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November 24, 1999

 

To My Sister In Memory of the Days of Dreams

 

we would move the world

once when we were younger

and unaware of our limitations

star eyed with expectation

excitement our very strength

 

gone now

save the God given moments

when the blood courses wild

in exultation of life and hope

of things yet to be done

 

years gone quickly by

like water under stony bridges

unable to be recalled except

the memries of growing days

from the vantage point of time

 

fleeting

joys surrounding overwhelm

those whose time is gone

no more the world changer

world makers we

 

He giveth more grace

to those who are faithful

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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