Pondering, of Wandering
Pondering paths of troubled feet
In early days of life I greet
Prayerfully read of beauty’s feet…
Beauty’s feet now pound the beat
I now have beauty’s ample time
Now I plow closer to the vine
For all my time is of Devine
To write a poem of nursery rhyme
When in doubt, sit not and pout
Seek Love’s face, find things out
Love is what life is all about
Sitting under Master’s spout
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