The Inside's Out
We ask in answers,
With the questions found,
We are the endless dancers
And we hear in sound.
On again the questing road
Looking for to Spring,
Seeing most we are told
Holding near to bring.
For that gift of the heart
Is given from that place,
From each their own to part
Going on in grace.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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