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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

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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