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Don Hynes
June 7, 2015
The words I speak or write
do they really matter
beneath the waterfall of life,
the tragedy and loss
and wandering in the dark.
I have so much fear
I don’t acknowledge,
so much I once hoped for,
wanting to be unique,
wanting the world
to reflect my longing.
But when I listen
I find the old voice
within the roar,
a plodding slow paced
faltering reminder
of the ancient
spoken through sand
and broken monuments,
the rise and fall
and dreams of glory
like fallen leaves
and moldering earth,
a filament reaching
back through time
threading me
into the weave
of all who’ve lived
and left a mark
on the endless page
of this flowing river.
(Foot Print in Stone)
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