when your meadows
seem to be my skies
when your trees high
to my eyes too short
when your time stops
mine seems to move
when your love blooms
i search hard for mine
when your plain words
exist not on my mind
as our paths cross
each on its own way
where it begins to rage
in tumultuous waves
deep in nature’s wonder
I lose myself in surrender
into His way so emerging
where lies a new meaning
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