Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer Poet Shape

The Stream of Life Speaks

I	forever
  am		    flowing


Where    am
	 I	    going.


Rippling     the
         in      breeze,


Your       I 
     hopes    tease;


But    flow
    I        deep


And       where     creep!
    flood       you


I      young      I     old,
   am        and    am


I       bracing      I      cold;
    am          and     am



When    depths     stir
     my        you      


You       success      failure.
    find           or



And     one       ever       me,
    no       can        dam


For     become      sea.
     I         the





Cecelia Hopkins, 1985

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