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pastor appreciation poem

earth travails
there are gains for all our losses
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i stood
though i am little as all little things
out of me unworthy and unknown
they ask me where i've been
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
up from the meadows rich with corn
night is dark, and the winter winds
i have heard them in the night
the meadow was creeping

 



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