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Kooki Kool 2 by Mark Berkery


The Cradle

Terry Michelsen

If ever there was a time when I felt
Myself lost, that time is now. And when I
Watch the sun go down, first atop the trees
And then slowly dip behind the mountains
To sip the water of cool lakes and springs
Dark now, I find I was not lost but curled
Up in the little dipper left behind
In the sky dark now and sparkling cool light.
I sip with the moon and watch earth’s shadow
Hide my footprints in the garden that I
Planted many years ago. It is time
To go where I have never dreamed to go,
Where I am not lost in His cradled arms.
Where I am not lost in His cradled arms.

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