By T.L. Thompson
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For my Children as They Travel
I see the world open before you
like a road leading everywhere at once,
and your journey, an open book
with pages of adventure,
of stormy seas,
and monsters lying in wait.
Or pages of love and tragedy,
of your heart racing with the wind
and the wind giving
you wings to fly.
I pray for your soul,
that it suffers few scars,
that it exceeds your own expectations,
and remains pure as long as you will it.
I pray for your contentment,
for the songs of life you sing,
for the songs of life you mourn,
and for the songs that you whisper
when life bears your pain
in its own slow walk
The Universe’s voice speaks your name,
like the sound of a million strings,
and the perfection of you,
lights my way
when darkness surrounds me.
May your own paths be obvious,
May your heart remain renewed,
and may the peace of this perfection find you
when I am no longer here to pray. |
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