Tuesday, August 25, 2009

What I Know

I know that knowing is a poem
Comes to me whole

I know that fortune sets its own pace
Comes to us in pieces to assemble

I know that life is a creation
Comes to us new each day

I know that gifts are to be embraced
Comes easily if only we are open

I know that knowing is a poem
Comes wrapped up sweetly in the gift of life

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