ROOTS

                  Today, we stand on the edge of a cliff

                  Looking far below the depths of our mortality

                  On a balancing act of living and dying

                  Yet secure in the thought of our continuity

                  For by God's design no one is an accident

                  But all part of a mainseed that was by Him

                  Ages and ages of moons ago sown to life.

                                                                    ALV,1/14/88

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