Don't know where to turn,
So I turn to you.
The days they seem to whisper,
Thoughts spring forth anew.
The time lived is short,
Compared to the history of man,
You've led me down the path,
To discover myself
And reveal your plan.
I do not worry,
Try to uncomplicate,
And feel the pulse.
So many things to do
before I'm dead,
Ashes swirling
through the wind,
And yet --
Sit and contemplate,
In awe of the magnitude,
To wonder beyond myself,
Try to see what's in store,
Knowing, no one can ever know.
So many hearts and minds to touch.
- July 11, 2013
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