THE SOUL FLOWER

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JOURNAL#31

in the framework of a free society

the cogs quite often so smoothly turn

the rattles in the pail

ripple out to a smooth surface

and the days blend into a subtle flow of time

passing

time

ever passing

man makes his stamp to earn

a life of hopeful promise

living the surprise of those promises

out to its fullest potential

all bow to achieve

the greatness in themselves

allowed by God

man is quite a bit more than

what he creates for himself

the world is a garden

in which he, the flower

either grows or gets weeded

the path to the row

a mystery full of markers

that must be made

narrow landscaping of success or defeat

are ever the tillings of a most diligent

gardener

or a tell tale signs of a spectacular

closing season.................

(written April 20,2006 4am)








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