By Joanne Horne
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January 20, 2023
My shadows arose and spoke to my mind Fear, doubt, ache I stood and watched them Washing over rapidly The moment becoming dark and pounding So I turned away and felt light return. I was watcher And I chose to see Rather than fall in to the flow of Death. I bring life and fruit Your tree can grow with me as Tender to its needs Leaving you be And seeing the light and calling it forth. This is such a miracle I can never doubt they are real And always ready to come again when I allow them to.