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It's so hard to find the perfect breeze, One blowing none too hard nor soft, Carrying a scent of wild flowers, And moving clouds about aloft. It's so hard to find the perfect sky, One blue and deep and bright, Carrying a sense of openess With geese and wrens in flight. It's so hard to find the perfect night, One warm, quiet and unflawed, Carrying a mood of solitude, And a closeness to our God. Yet no perfection's so hard to find As that which you extend. And none I'll ever treasure more, Than to simply be your friend. ~By Ron Carnell~ |
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