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Wednesday, December 30, 2015
6:40 sun rise prayer
The lord may be a shepherd
(There are lords and shepherds)
but I am not sheep
I am not asleep in the sun
I am not one unknowing of
the light and the night
I am not afraid of fear
I am not lost
whatever the wilderness
chaos does not cost me
to veer from journey
to stare from vision
to steer from purpose
I find truth in all things
truth finds me through love
truth soaks the soul
encases the heart
grows the spirit
with love
I know the maker and master
of my footprints
I know the marker of my way
in my silence I hear my voice say
stay in peace
stay in motion
even in the mists and midst of commotion
where there be a shepherd
I am not sheep
Blisca O'Cof
20150507
Full
You
had your
silver spoon
I
had my
flared finger
everyone
would scorn and say
it was the work of the devil…
not the spoon
mind you
but
my God-given finger
Blisca O’Cof
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