Walking down the road
looking for a purpose;
wondering why so much of life
can come and hurt us –
Crossed the dam
over the flowing river,
saw all those cracks
it made me shiver –
Sometimes it gets hard to see
the traces,
here and there, now and then
found in passing faces –
There’s nothing greater
through all the difficult miles,
than to look into the eyes of a sweet child
and see hope, undefiled –
We all get old
and worn out,
but there really is a Way
to find what this is all about –
So let that forlorn tear
run down your wrinkled old cheek,
and never forget earth and heaven belong
to the small, the lonely and the meek –
Traces
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