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i no longer
wonder
why?
the fall
or the need
of redemption;
a garden
lost, a
paradise found;
and the tide
breathes in
again —
 
i no longer
question
the matter of
my soul,
or my
lack of it
or its
need- 
i  accept
this world
at best; and
when less
i accept
that
call  –
 
as the 
wave breaks
shore
high than low,
then sighs
washing away
the day 
and trace of
( footprint, face  and form)
goes too all
questions, all answers
worn to
sand;
and the tide
breathes out
again….
 
bkmackenzie 2010
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