Carry Poem by Peter Hall

Carry



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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Peter Hall

Peter Hall

Sydney, Australia.
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