We find
We remove ourselves from a difficult tide,
Moving forward and leaving the past to rest
Holding on, causes more damage and a little more mess.
Looking at the past
I did not get to know god,
Trying to find direction
Illuminating perfection.
Only he can find
Only he can plan
Only the fates shall prevail
Calmer is the teller to the frail.
I was once hurt
And sometimes the past hits me with the serpent mist
Yet with god fearing feeling
Is a glorious and humble healing
Jason Andrews
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1st April 2018
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