Peter Hall

Rookie - 211 Points (Sydney, Australia.)

Carry - Poem by Peter Hall

I stroll down to the wee burn
The snow feathers through the mist.

I carry my camera
I carry my cares
I carry my requests
Yet I carry His presence.

Alone yet not alone
Out of the Spirit, into the mind
Impressions
Knowings
Perceptions.
I walk out of the mist
Back home
He carries me.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013


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