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| Sunset Over the Hills of Benjamin (Click to Enlarge) |
No Illustrations on these pages will you find;
But only pictures you imagine painted there.
But only pictures you imagine painted there.
The strokes were words
Brushed upon the canvas of your mind.
As wonderful the natural world and all creation be,
the hidden things that are not seen
but we perceive as real
Your eye may never see.
You have the power to create,
From conversation and conceptions ruminate.
From questions quest, to safely arrive
At some conclusion there at journeys end.
May it find you there, satisfied, my friend.
"Poems From the Pilgrims Path" by R.G. Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel's Younger Brother)
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