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I wasn't looking for It, honest! In a roudabout way It found me. This is gratitude.

Submitted:Apr 7, 2007    Reads: 193    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I feel like a wanderer in the desert

Who, having found an oasis,

Wants to dive in


And drink his fill


But something within

The Water Itself

Reminds me today

Too much Water

After dehydration

Can make one sick

Sip it

Savour it

Respect it

For to muddy the Water

And drink It as though it were mine alone

Diminishes Its helpful Presence.

If I can remember to look beyond

My own reflection

i see

Without a shadow

Or a doubt

Still Waters run deep...


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