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~ My
Moccasins
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My
moccasins
have
left
their
prints
down so
many
lovely
trails...
The
beauty
found
along
those
paths
are
cherished
more
than I
can
tell.
Great
Spirit,
give my
pen the
words
to paint
the
picture
well,
for
brilliant
colored
sunsets,
and
distant
golden
hills.
I walk
within
earth's
beauty,
not one
stone
will I
turn,
I've
gazed in
silent
wonder,
down
every
mile
I've
burned.
For
beauty
is in
everything,
if we
have
eyes to
see...
the
twinkle
of a
distant
star...
the
gurgle
of a
stream...
The
brilliance
of a
harvest
moon,
a leaf
upon a
tree,
The
Spirit
fills my
heart
with joy
for
what's
been
shown to
me...
My
moccasins,
I hope,
will
travel,
down
pathways
still to
come,
My
journey
is not
completed,
I
haven't
made it
home.
Denise Lanford
©
2003 used with
permission
pokeyofthecove2@bellsouth.net
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