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Lines to a departed Friend An inch, a foot, a yard, a chain a mile and many another Apart in body, yet in vain for Spirits join together. The written word rubs out the mile and leaves a chain between us The spoken word conveys a smile 'Tis but a Yard between us. A mile, a chain, a yard, a foot an inch, a little over Thoughts do our hearts together put as bees come close to clover. The bidden thoughts wipe out the yard and leaves an inch between us; Then Spirit's self unites, unbarred The living souls within us. |
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Stepping Stones The water is deep, for faltering feet The slippery stones are wet and unkind to the weary heart and the tired mind: The water is cold, to the unbold. "Help me to try" - The stones stand high The rippling water is cool and slow to the heart and mind that is ready to go.. To such a prayer, the stones rise clear. |