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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lovely air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
I liked this poem. How about you?
Real tired, but keep telling myself I have to FOCUS!! I have to FOCUS!!!! But is hard, I just dont know why. I am trying very hard.
Many things are ringing in my little mind. Too many things to think and wonder about. Job, work, family, church, my walking with God, my QT, friends, my beloved vollyball session, getting my degree and many more.....
Who am I to God? Why I have to be born to this world? Must be a purpose for me to live. Right?? But I cant sense it. Puzzle, really puzzle...
tracy blogged on 5:08 PM
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