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One voice against the universe one sigh against the sun my words are but a breath who am I, that I should speak? Life is an imperfect gift wrapped with broken bows the hopeful eyes of a child the ragged tears of the aged did I live my life well? My youthful dreams of love were strong and sure flowed hot, like lava now tempered by time against the mounting days that rush towards the grave did I love well? And what of others along the way each one, invaluable people was I kind, did I care was I there in times of need? God only knows the beginning from the end of my tangled tapestry which will someday be rewoven by Him and He will have the answers. 11/29/2022

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Date: 1/3/2023 12:35:00 PM
I have to confess that such questions have tickled my mind from time to time, Laura, even more so now that age is making its presence felt. Patience, I say...all questions will answered in the not too far future. ~ Best regards and happy new year // paul
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Laura Leiser
Date: 1/6/2023 7:10:00 PM
Thank you, Paul, for your introspection. I appreciate your comments and input. Thanks for stopping by! :)
Date: 11/30/2022 10:59:00 AM
- We always wonder... we can always try to do better... - A lovely poem, Laura :) -
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Laura Leiser
Date: 11/30/2022 12:02:00 PM
Thank you for commenting, Anne-Lise! I hope you are well. :)
Date: 11/29/2022 7:36:00 PM
Very inspiring poem, brings a peaceful and comfort in knowing God is in control
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Laura Leiser
Date: 11/29/2022 8:04:00 PM
Thank you, Stephan, for commenting. God bless! :)