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You may come this way a thousand times
And sense that space of place unfold
But it will never speak to you
Until your will is mine
—
Or watch your boots leave prints
A lifetime long
But they will never lead to you
Until your will is mine
—
Or trace the rising sun
Through trees that hiss and leaves that turn
But their eternal fragrance will a mystery stay
Until your will is mine
—
So, stop and seize this gifted morn
Where Winter light warms colder skin
Then gift to me the life not yours
And let your will, embraced, be mine…
©Copyright image and verse Stephen Tanham 2017.
Powerful poem, resonates deeply with me. Thanks for the reminder. Blessings, Harula x
Thank you, Harula. It was a lovely moment in the forest at dawn.
Simply beautiful Steve. So much meaning and emotion buried in those words.
Thank you, Jan.
Thank you Sue x
Lovely, Steve. And the photo is gorgeous, too ✨
Thank you, Helen. I just looked up and there it was!
I love when that happens! 🙂
Thank you, Helen.
🙂
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