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Nic Rudd Poem
On Advent Sunday, we strike a match
And light a candle on the wreath.
It’s a time for us our breath to catch
And search for that inner peace.
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Nic Rudd Poem
All the information’s there
But right now I can’t join the dots.
I need a different perspective
A wider view?
Stepping back, I look again.
The outline becomes clearer.
Dot to dot to dot
I link each datapoint.
Only one area remains fuzzy
That final dot could be joined after next week’s hospital appointment.
Perhaps then the full picture will be revealed.
Copyright © Nic Rudd | Year Posted 2022
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