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One day she woke up and heard the ocean call her name
in a soft melody so ancient and deep, like a mother’s wooing
or a dove’s cooing, it was a holy remembering,
a sweet whisper to her soul.
So she listened and waited, not entirely patient, for guidance and direction
and roadmaps to lead her
In the silence she heard” Come this way to me.”
If you follow the river you’ll make your way home
over boulders and sea glass, swift currents and turns.
You’ll never feel lost, (maybe a little) you will always be free, to follow the river
And come back to me….
poem copyright Marylou Falstreau 2012
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