August 2, 2016 by Rosemerry
Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same river.
wading this same stream
so long my skin pruned,
my feet numbed,
and this strange sense that yet again
I’ve been baptized
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged change, newness, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Good quote up front on this one. Sets it up nicely.
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