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The Path that is Ours

The Path that is Ours

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A person dressed in black walks up the center path of a labyrinth. The labyrinth is made of white rocks created on a sandy cliff overlooking an ocean. A large boulder is visible at the end of the labyrinth area. Large waves crash against the smaller rocks surrounding the larger one just beyond the labyrinth. The ocean beyond all is a cloudy light blue.
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Soul Call

Out of the mouth

the heart speaks

We reap what we sow

and get what we seek

Living of the world

is not for the meek

as all around swirls

that

which makes

a soul shriek

Not

in delight

But

in fight or in flight

Until we come

to

ourselves

the bottom

the end

and then

Walk the path lighted

By our Creator

and Friend

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