This Miracle

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A little poem I wrote for the mrs.

Submitted: June 16, 2010

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Submitted: June 16, 2010

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This miracle begun with the walking on water

Over lakes of insecurity and doubt

Water submerged fossils;

Monuments to history's pain.



My earth struck by your rod of honesty

Uncontrollable tides part.

Those monuments, now exposed, crumble away.

Dust to dust. Bad reflections die with your new waters of clarity, transparency and

purity. You purge me.



Your medicinal waters trouble my soul.

My hearts dam breaks.

We meet in the Valley of Reservation

Hope flows through



Arid pessimism becomes fertile new beginnings

Our love rooted deep within.

With each season comes growth, maturity.

Cracks in our exterior once perceived as ugly;

Now in unity become testimonies to when seeds of openness were planted


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