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Kneeling at your feet,
I washed them with my tears—
gratitude
for the love of friendship.
Our connection goes deep;
knowing not where it leads I
wait
for Grandfather to guide.
My heart beats a rhythm
that calls to a dance of the soul
beckoning
with an unknown melody.
Many questions hover
around my head and heart—
accept—
until the answers are clear.
©2009
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