O Stephen Peart Poems

The reality of not having,
Is one of awakening;
For not until I see,
The absence that I'm awaiting.
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I often wonder where I had lost my way
As I journey routinely through each day
Finding the strength the do my all
And trying to figure out what's my call.
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Spoken at the cliff
As I get set for the lift,
The words I speak
Are those to forever kept.
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As the temperature warms
So does the buds that burst forth
From the place that kept them
Away from the bitter passing.
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