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Dianne Tittle de Laet
The Art of Praise
I greet the words I am about to find
That careful wind discovered with breath
That weaves a question with the world
Which Way? I always greet those words that ask the way
To an embrace of Earth and Sky where all are welcome
No poem, no path is the same, and yet the destination is
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The poem is not mine to tell except that I follow
where it leads and lead
I only come this way this time, to stand with you
to hold water with my dry hands
and go where Life is
~ Dianne
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