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The shafts striate the distant river flow

Mirrored in the slow returning tide

As if the sun, not able to show

Itself, pierces the clouds which try to hide

The white heat of eternity we know

Resides above. How strange that all that power,

Enough to succour life within its glow,

Can be confused by just a passing shower;

So we become too rapidly depressed

Because today the weather is not fine

Forgetting how the earth and its prowess

Rejoices in the glory of your shine.

          So easily our minds ignore your love

          And your life soft flowing from above.

Brian Hick October 2011

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