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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Finding ( A Poem)



Finding

She woke up in a dry and barren land

Filled with pain
And glimpses of glory

She heard his footsteps and saw prints of his hands

And she felt and thought
That there must be a story
  
So she followed the steps and the prints and the words
Through nature and reason and faith and swords

And then she found him
And she knew him

And she loved him

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