Trip, stumble, fall
languishing
through it all
but –
I call
on your
beneficent omnipotence.
Lord…
I am not unlike a flower –
desirous of the rays –
that irradiation of your grace.
Searching dutifully for your face.
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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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The plight of one who knows his origins.
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Indeed!
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Leaning into His grace daily. A humbling experience. Thanks, Shun. Solid thoughts here.
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Thank you Dawn, I appreciate you.
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