Stream What was lost was found What was found was lost Travel down the stream Find your pond Hold on to the water that joins you Do not search for the water you had What was done cannot be undone And what was undone cannot be done again Sift through the settled sand and you may find what you lost If you do not, move on Move on until the very last Move with the running water Find your pond Find your pond...and truly live -HTC
		A little bit of history: This poem was written for a friend of mine. I do not take credit for composing this piece. I do not know the true meaning of these words, I do have ideas as to what they could mean. Either way, I shared this with him in hopes that it might help him see something he was blind to. And now, I share it with you in hopes that it might also touch you in some way.
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