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Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Promise

I look to the morning sun
Feeling warmth there - waiting
Another lifetime that is right,
Another place past sight

I turn hopeful thoughts away
Parting from youth – alive
Aging signs align, my heart keeps
Constant beat with time.

I speak empty words aloud
Kept deep within – the truth
Life is rich, love waits
Full of hope, grace, faith
Of endless promise.

by Maureen Sevilla

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