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by Stumbling Shaman Jan 30, 2009 category : Life, society / faith, religion
Ever renewing, never reborn 'Tis not the stand, But the stumbling that leaves us torn And yet we waver, 'twixt faith and belief But without indecision We'd know naught but grief Only this, only that- such comforts to the digital mind A dam in the river, a chair from a tree And our names soldered, rather than signedSpur of the moment poem, sorry. The older I get, the better I was :/