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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Requests requited

As I set out to face
Another day, a week,
The crazy hurried pace,
Isn’t for the meek.
In the midst of it all,
I send up a silent look,
To hold me when I fall,
To steady me, if I shook.
His ways, I find are clever,
Invisible hands wiping my tear,
There is, I find, never,
An unanswered prayer.

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