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Saturday, August 12, 2006
Substance

One soul longs for beauty,
One soul longs for light,
One soul longs for comfort
In the middle of the night.

Beauty does not linger,
Light begins to fade,
Comfort finds herself alone
In a bed too poorly made.

Wish instead for wisdom,
For courage and for might,
So that you will prosper well,
Whatever shapes your plight.



CLA
 
posted by Charlene Amsden at 6:52 PM | Permalink |


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