Reply To: Week 21: “In the rich fullness of both strength and sorrow, . . .”



In the rich fullness of both strength and sorrow…

Rivers flow and soft winds blow, oceans kiss the shores.
A raging cry when good friends die, all I have is yours.

Eagles soar in western skies, ponies storm the land.
Salty tears form tidal waves crashing on the sand.

Pitch black nights, blazing sun, frigid arctic morn
Full of strength and sorrow, this universe was born.

To innocence in search of love, the world feels cold and grey.
Bowing deep to ignorance, wisdom leads the way.

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