Looking Inward
By sidewinder
Inward does my sight go, Forever in trust, Blessed in insight, Touched with visions which answers questions that has vexed some, But wisdom grows doth in time, Shall it be that miracles rise in mysterious places? For I hear a calling where a shaman touches my soul, And in the fire I see his face smiling where comfort fill me with his spirit. March 6, 1999 Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 05:47 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"Inward does my sight go,..."