When everything changes,
many difficult poems jump on thinking
without word, but thousand meanings
celebrate life: letting go, push me to write in
from too much love of living
from hope and fear set free
we thank with brief thanksgiving
whatever God may be
that no life lives forever
that our past back never
that even the weariest river
flows somewhere safe to the ocean
to rememorize the long journey we have taken
the meaning of choices, and a pure conscience in heart
at last we know we can do nothing, so , let justice flow like a stream,
and righteousness like a river that never goes dry
thanks for your reflection, my Oldpal.
Purwantoro, 28 May 2011
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copas from one of my groups
copas from one of my groups
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