Cleansing
I’ve been washed-----why did it rain??
I’ve been tossed so many times,
but I still came out the same
---intact-- released in peace.
Now, the game has ended;
my soul has mended
----stronger, weary, but tame.
Wouldn’t it have been easier to just come Home and live with Me?
But, I can’t do that,
don’t you see?
I must keep moving ever onward to fulfill My Destiny!
written by:
Kathy MORRIS
1/9/01
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© aussie_miss

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