I can’t bring myself to share my poetry with people I know…

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A poem about finding Jesus

At the dawn of childhood’s hour

My soul was set upon a path

Subtle footsteps of the heart

Even infants can detect

It is the thing journeys are meant to resemble

Its destination oft called truth and beauty

In the draw to a nature, and a place

I found a man, a tree

He offered me a dance

And I laughed at first

This can’t be the place or the man

For I haven’t died, and not by his hand

He laughed back

You’re not there yet

And thus the dance

Don’t try to work it out, just take my hand

So I started dancing

And they started laughing

I’m sure for good reason

I don’t know how to dance

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