Source of Meaning
Somewhere
High in the mountains
Snow begins to melt slowly
Giving rise to along the way
To the grateful life in its sphere
When I stand high looking around
And begin to see the effect I imagine
At times I feel so insignificant and small
Until I realize the source of freedom
Is being part of a great river of life
Then knowing my time here
Will have some meaning
No matter how tiny
It will be profound
To someone
Else
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true and encouraging
A little melancholy at the end…but it’s beautiful. It seems the quality of your work continues to improve and be more reflective of you and your world. I like it! And you!