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I often see her, still.
True, she is beautiful.
I wonder about her,
in her youth.

She gazes out toward the river
life’s journey before her.
We share.
“It’ll rain soon.”
Her eyes, green grey.
The faraway-look, again.

I often see her, still.
In pictures. In movies.
They are less than her.
I do not see reflections
in her eyes.

She gazes out through windows -
mist shrouds the mountains.
She laughs, shaking her curls
that spiral.
Cascade.
I do not hear the breath
in her voice.

I sometimes see her, still.
In moments,
as if alone together.
The laugh, the voice, her eyes, the breath.
Reflections.
I wonder as she breathes through me
if, without her,
this moment
will let me live.

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There’s a pattern to everything you see,
a petal, a flower, a fruit, a tree,
what hand, what power, created it all,
from the tiniest insect to canyons’ walls.
When I survey the green of the fields,
majesty of mountains,
power of the sea,
what hand what power maketh me;
this is our mystery.

There’s a rhythm to all we experience,
as suns cast daylight on circumstance.
The moon casts reflections and colors our dreams;
nothing appears as it first may seem.
Animals’ instincts know before,
at one with land or sea or air,
shoe-shod we crawl, while sensing naught,
when earth is free, yet sold or bought.

There’s a pattern to everything you hear,
from the cry of a baby, a bell, tolling near.
This life is ours, and no-one knows
the beginning of days,
the last judgment call.
For Time itself, it holds the keys,
a circle, a spiral, infinity -
and if God made each creature,
why can I not see
who made my God - The Mystery?

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