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The Power

By Barb Davidson

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You call it God, They call it Allah, But to me it’s not named, Just a mass of power, It’s the source of my love, Some call it their creator from above. No words are known, There are not none to say, That can describe what it is, Who can prove it either way? I know what I feel is right for me, So I accept how it is as it’s meant to be. The life we have is preordained, It’s a given ending, with hidden roads, You must choose your path, walk with ease, Drop from your back the heavy loads. When darkness comes and it feels like night, The way is shown with a bright blue light. This encompassing energy is as old as time, Growing faster now, it’s the heart of your love, And the centre of mine, So whilst I don’t believe in your God from above, There’s a great power in our world guiding our way, But it’s nameless to me and that’s how it will stay. Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Jun 25 2002 05:59 AM PST    0 • 9

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