Two Rivers
Thirty years in Kansas
As a home grown country boy
Riding life's ups and downs
I almost lost my joy.
Thirty years in Israel
I've finally seen it clear
These journeys not required
The answers were right Here.
The blood that flows within my veins
It flows from East to West
And who will say with good intent
Which river I love best.
Am I an ancient warrior?
Or a Holy Man of God?
I travel this strange journey
In search of my own song.
The stars they are the compass
Illuminating the dark of night
Sacred is the Daylight
I've found the Tree of Life.
One second of eternity
Too splendid to be measured
The brilliant dawn of
Love's sweet bliss
Forever to be treasured.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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