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The Crawl
The Crawl
A poem sent and written by an anonymous follower
Walking has ceased
Reduced to a crawl
Services change
That benefit all
A sacrifice made
Traversing great lands
Causing tide’s change
From feet to head and hands
Though a temporary tide
We share in the pain
For knowing the love
Of this kindly Saint
Is on earth and land
And lake shore pretty
Or on cement’s soil
Gardening souls in the city
“Hang tough!” We cry
It won’t be long
Before your feet
Resume their song
May your mind be light
Your pain be gone
Surrounded by care
And nurturing sons!
Thank you, Poet. You’re much too kind.
May the source be with you!
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