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Industrial Arts

artist, author and designer for the stage…

Here is my entry for week 34 of the Thursday Poetry Rally:

Stop Looking Around

When I stopped looking
It was when I was found
Given up so long ago
Resigned to face my fate alone
I had let my hand grow cold
My frown had turned old
But a fire, a great burning bush
Has summoned me from my listless sleep
It has called me to the mountain top
And it now warms my feet
It warms my fingers, my toes
Till it touches my heart
And makes me sing out to the stars
For I never again have to wonder
Where you are
I have found truth again
Concrete and not uncertain
Defiant, radiant and totally beautiful

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