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I  pray and seek what dreamers seek;
Whenever I see the effects of bloody nonsensical wars

and the horrific panic on the faces of innocents,
who have unwilling ears and uncertain hearts
When they cry out to God :
' WHY'? OH WHY?'
Sometimes life can be so brutally unfair.

So unlike our Creator.
What have we become?

Therefore, I pray and
I do what dreamers do;

Retreating to peaceful harbors
and rivers that gently meander,
through peaceful meadows
down to the waiting  blue sea,
sweet scents of flowers of 
winds breath on a summer breeze.

I look for what dreamers seek
on journeys worth taking;

The crisp colors of fall,
mellow yellows and rusty reds,
nip and biting cold kisses of Jack frost
the smoky scents of leaves burning;
Harbingers of approaching winter

And I pray and therefore
do what dreamers do;

Strum in songs that calm my soul 
reading by soft firelight
from your Words of wisdom,
writing poems of life and love....
Hiding myself in dreams of love's constant shelter,
because I have lived enough to know that life can be so unfair
and journeys worth taking 
are dreams worth millions.

Copyright © Cheryl Koomoa.....  Koko 2016