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All’s well and I sing the place I stand
Though I bare the pain of words unsung
Enough, verdant growth and gladsome sun
Each sweet breath holds creations witness
Four directions cross, a new road seen
One that brought me, one to end my days
But in between blessed by myriad ways
And each choice, that road, is but my own
See my eyes reflected in your gaze
Be at peace before another soul
Only a journey where then the goal?
Grateful for the gift of loving time
I’m grateful for those that walk beside
Shared pain and needed understanding
Of life’s aspect I’m less demanding
For there is no hill I need to climb
Words I sing to cheer a happy heart
For all those that were and those to come
Thank God that true wisdom lands in some
All’s well and I sing the place I stand
------ Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.
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