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The Pilgrim Prophet
(A poem for Ann)
by Michael Lee-Price
IN ancient time;
In lifes I?ve lived,
I once sort peace of mind.
I found the truth ~
How to forgive;
Yea, I?ve walked that narrow line.
I?ve made mistakes,
And paid the price;
I?ve lost LOVE many times.
The knowledge gained,
Through all this pain;
Was meant for me to find.
I know my friend,
Until the end;
A closeness we will share.
What?s mine is yours ...
This knowledge scored;
Is yours because I care.
Enter the Praying Room
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~ The WayfinderMonday, 29 March
1999
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