Walks Nostalgic

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And I was walking up a hill

Feeling the rocks crack under me

As each step suggested will

That certain desire to keep

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Climbing with uncertain fears

Wishing there might be a rise

In the morning; spirit of nature’s

Beauty; her grace might now advise

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My frame of mind is patterned

By a ritual to believe in knowing

Each day I’ll reveal a learned

Truth that His grace is forgiving

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And now today the rocks remain

Loose in gravel as we slowly climb

In memory our hearts still contain

Same fears, same hopes, same time

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When forty years ago I wished peace

Might overtake the daily arrogance

That quiet revelation, that new tease

Of notion will allow our heartfelt chance

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To travel back in time and steal away

The hours that reveal certainty today.

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