Friday, June 27, 2008
Eternal Beginnings
On asking, this was received: While you sit there as if grieved all empty inside in a strange land with nobody there who can or wants to understand I've always been here to lend a hand and give a choice Remember now the softly spoken inner voice you, then but an innocent child and Me, Ancient of days the choice between the ways The child's voice and the rolling thunder from way back Giving instruction while you keep on running of the track Me, calling, calling and you, falling, falling You...
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