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Poetry.

A soothing rhythm,

like the water that ripples

over the rocks and dips

in the creek out back.

Poetry.

Of dreams and of details,

the rhythm that shows me

my words when words fail

and orders my chaotic mind.

Poetry.

The rhythms and dreams

of my God-given reality,

a gift to help me see

what’s in front of me.

Poetry.

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