swallowhotyl

subota, 01.01.2011.

Poetry to help in bereavement.

When I wander in countryside, Or when water runs quite near I feel you are there somewhere I feel there is more than me here I suspect and sense Im not alone But in the presence of quiet power Sometimes I see it at sunset, Others caught up in a shower. Any time Im alone with nature, And my senses are subdued If I relax my attention And Im not prone to brood Then suddenly I know theres more Than I can directly perceive, In the whistling of the breeze, In the rustling of the leaves, And wonder if.

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