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MILK AND HONEY
Of all the hours of my day the one I'm most aware is Yours is noon time hour I head out knowing body's sustenance is part of what I'll meet But more importantly I seek Your Thoughts to lead my thoughts and feet to someone, something or somewhere You'd have me be And never, never have You turned me back unfed without the startling certainty of revelation's flowing, fertile ground The forms of these epiphanies are often not the same but do my vigilance require if I'm to follow You and make them mine I thank You for the many times when from such crushing sorrow I never thought could rise but in Your faithful mercy once more, again - again, once more I've found that to Your loving purpose my feet and life are bound Marta Esperanza Edgcombe February 21, 1999
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