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A slippery fish
Fighting the pull of current
Yet still pushed along
To some destination yet unseen
The steely-eyed hawk
Soaring on the winds
A dance with changing direction
To keep aloft and flying
A sunflower
Raising its weighty head
Adores the sun and moves
To communicate its praise
And what of me
Fights or soars or adores
Through the flow of my life
Directed by forces unseen?
Tomorrow is mystery
Unfolding in every breath
A past which whispers
“Bidden or unbidden, God is here.”
3/14/26
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