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Run
You’re me,
So please let it be
As it is all relative,
So why try to flee
From that which you see
A mirrored reflection
No matter the direction
You take, or upon
Which road your fate may lay
It depends not on the fray
Or the delay which you see,
Only on the scene, which will
Play out as a matter of destiny
Hidden
And yet it’s view plain
For all to see
A matter of course
And miracle to most, so
Celebrate each moment
With a true sense of devotion
For the Host, and
Run if you must, yet
Know that when you run,
You are never alone,
As you are a miracle born
With a purpose all your own
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.
Originally published on jeffflesch.com
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