Can the clay say to the Potter
'This is how You must mold me...'
Or can the jar the say to the water-
'Come here and pour on me.'
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In heaviness bowed
grass blade held its own treasure
a cool drop of rain
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GRATEFUL
G od I thank you for the words
R ealizing You are the Giver
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The nest is almost dilapidated
And the tree is aging fast,
All in the neighborhood have dated
But mine seem to gather dust.
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Graying skies of night
usher their performance paid
cricket symphony
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Itching to fire them loaded guns
Blast vague foes to smithereens
So eager for the blood of everyone
Exploding to bits like never been seen!
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Like a furious whirlwind turning around
A scattered force carrying debris,
An aimless shot hits from the ground
With no purpose reached definitely.
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He was a 'windtalker'
Navajo warrior of a secret tongue
Sworn to vows that are stronger
Than blood ties to which we belong
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Stop the flurried maze of words,
Burdened so in Volume, drowned -
For Substance loses its reward
When naked meanings there are found.
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