Claudette Jackson

I am on a journey like a tiny vessel out at sea,
Someone is steering my direction,
It most certainly isn't me. God jumped on board
My first day of birth,
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Dad is anchored deep,
Branded heart steep,
And locked in life's sturdy hand,
His doctrine of a free man:
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Wind sing song, From whence do thou blow this morn?
You croon of divine places;
You've not passed my way before. Your soothing melody levitates me--
Your breath's scent of honey and mint;
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