Sunday, August 7, 2011

Change of Course

I cannot change the pattern of Yourself;
Ere I met you, you were molded fast;
I cannot build a future, strong and sure,
Upon the shaking structure of the past,
I have learned this thing, from this small brook
That has so well dealt with futility;
Its stream runs silver, pure and swift, today.
Stone-blocked, it sought another way to sea.

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