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Passing Time Sonnet


I took a long walk and kept looking

At the things good in my life. Waterfalls,

Cuddly cats with striking eyes, yuccas,

Sun from beneath cloud appearing,


In distant places even the snow falling,

On rainy days reading and playing guitar,

Pleasant food awakening taste buds

And new revelations from God discerning.


There will always grow weeds that need removing.

Muscle and elbow keep the land clear.

And fire removes the impurities.

Higher and higher I keep ascending.


Can seasons still flow while time ceases to pass?

Or is time passing while I stand still?



 
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