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Waiting in Joyful Hope

Relaxing in Awe

They say a writer should write what he knows
And yet, as the current of my life flows
The waters become still, as does my pen.
Knowledge becomes unknowledge as the mystery unfolds.

Only three things do I know:
Truth, for my youth
Love, for my heart
and Beauty, to contemplate.
In this now, I choose Beauty.