gardening + spirituality + homesteading + creation care
Posted on October 9, 2012
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I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch–
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.
Category: journey, poetry, spiritualityTags: experience, mindfulness, poetry, Sea, spirituality, stars
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