sumWhere, along The Way



when The Tumblers click



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listen to The Wind,  inside Your Heart,

for it is There,  The Answers,  abound,

hear a silent Voice of an Angel’s Past,

echoing Light,  of the Slightest Sound,

behold The Song of Your Bless’d Life,

a Symphony,  of Moments,  All Around,

and it is There,  The Answers remain,

      until The Key,  to Your Heart,  is found . . .





from an ancient Journal,  and long forgotten,  a Post at Poets and Writers Forum ( of Love, Again ) 08/1998




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