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Rooted Knowledge |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Rooted Knowledge To grow up someplace, and be disturbed by what you know, not what you heard, if to feel the coursing beat of dismay there within your soul, then do not delay to find where it is that you belong, to hear justly the earth’s coursing song, where your roots should rightfully be, whether on land, or perhaps the sea. For I grew up where the earth can shake, but my soul knew better, and it would quake with unquiet and despair, knowing was better so, that I should leave my birth place and go to where I would relish the land and sky although I had both before me right then, it was not the same for one’s invisible eye, so I knew the day was absolute when my love brought me to a special place one that lies well within my heart and from this land it’s safe to say that I and my soul will not depart. For whether there’s adversity or not this is the place where my roots are deep; I know it from the morns’ first wake, I know it in the deep night’s sleep. So now then when my time has come and my chores are then said and done, I know where it is I shall lie, till He takes my soul on high. 3 December, 1999 ©KRJ ------------------ Sunshine Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 12-03-1999).] |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Beautiful, Sunshine. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you Ohme... |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
Sunshine this is really so lovely...I feel this way too. I was born in the big city but moved to a small town when I was about 14. I always thought I'd want to go back to the city, but now...my heart lives in the woods. Love your poem  ------------------ It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine, A sad topic but a good poem, recognizing roots are very important, glad you did. *L* |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sunshine - Lovely thoughts you've shared, sometimes souls are best defined when they are bared. Not necessarily to the world but to our own mind's eye ... I'd say you looked deep to find that which you wish to keep. We may sway with the breezes, but our roots keep us in place. May you continue the joy I hear in your voice. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Caroline, soul sister, follow the wood's path... Sy, nay, not sad, but fullfilling... Marge, sometimes I bare too much; indeed, you see it all, and see it right... |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is beautiful, Sunshine! Your contentment shines through! Denise |
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