The Matter Poem by Pam Morris
The Matter
I was on my way
travailing to a most
miraculous place I
saw it and left planning
to return...
did you know I saw
you tremble last Sunday
I did not think
of why or what would
make it such
it hit me. I stopped
for a moment....
as if on a canyon’s
edge
just to view the sights
but I see
miraculous as it seems
it is just a canyon
prelude to the true
sight I have already
embraced
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