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
Copyright © 2009 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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