Love's Showers Channel To Low-land.
Mine is low
Mine is bow,
For I do not know.
I am a prodigal son,
But my Father is great,
He can mitigate, desires,
And the Nature -bound Fate.
My Ego's I,
Never fly,
And makes me fool like Lear,
But I,
Must cry,
And the bond I sign,
To be joyous and fine,
As my burden, He bears.
A pond, stagnant,
Needs connection,
To a river for its flow,
So that to vast ocean,
Easily go it can,
And finds its transparent glow.
Life adds life, and dimension it sets,
And enhances, if links to a Great.
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