this journey is a
mystery but still, I will
bravely take it
I don’t know the
destination but someday
I will cross that
blessed river of Love
and drink, deep as the sea
my garments are worn out
by my imperfections
sometimes my cup is
broken
but still I will gather
talking handfuls
talking handfuls
of healing waters
and carry them like a
newborn sparrow
right to you
j. pratt-walter
(c) 2019, Latourelle Falls
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