Tuesday, December 2, 2008

"Pondering My Days"

Days have gone by in their own time
Many people have crossed my way
Some were lost souls searching
There were those who had something to say
Some were silent in their own world
The day seemed to pass them by
Steeped in the mystery of their own gloom
I never questioned why
Each cloud has had its own expression
Every bird its own song
My labour in the fields and upon the sea
Upon this earth has been long
Wind has beaten upon my face
Warm rays from the sun have soothed me
In my slumber such dreams have taken place
Reminding me of an infinite grace
Long nights spent gazing at stars
Of their beauty I never tire
Listening to the crackling flames
Next to the old campfire

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