This I write for the symposia
inspired by stillwater dreams
and turtle songs and prayer requests
and trappist breweries.
I raise my glass to those a’ ya
who have known the wilder seas
but are still led to restfulness
along God’s peaceful streams,
and as the quiet river flows
with more movement than the
surface shows,
let these odd words be for those a’ ya
who celebrate such things
but would convive to bring to life
your erstwhile hidden dreams.
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