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He gave me Words to hold on to
For Dear Life
His Stories were White Blazes
in this Appalachian Trail of Time
He tethered me in
When I was out
His voice was a thread
through this tapestry
This Story teller tucked me in
when the world outside was wild
He was Gentleness and Calm
when inside me the storm raged on
His 'been there done that' transparency
Saved me more times than He knows
His message of Amazing Grace
His "You are never alone"
He walked us Home
Like a Father would
Leaving footsteps we could follow
This Pilgrimage made bearable
and all the solitary hours...
Now it's Time
He takes His leave
And bids us a beautiful Journey
Leaving Light behind him,
like breadcrumbs on the Path
May the same be said of me
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"Even in a time of elephantine vanity and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people."
-Garrison Keillor
Thank you, Garrison.
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