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I CAN'T BELIEVE I THOUGHT as an agnostic
Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate
I often happened this way
Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while
It often happened this way
Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day
They oftimes happen this way
This face of a man,
Had become known to me
I had begun to walk His way.
Copyright ©
Brian Strand
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