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Today...
Tomorrow...
and Yesterday
I looked into the sunset
Across the peaceful bay;
And saw the great tomorrow
Stretching out to me some way.
The birds were calling to me;
My heart answered sweet and low;
To the promise of tomorrow,
And a path I’ve yet to go.
The hope in new tomorrows
Brings the peace of yesterdays;
A destiny that calls to me
On my path along life’s way.
There will always be tomorrow
For my heart to find the way
I see it streching out to me--
The promise of today.
A promise that was given
And can never pass away;
In the beauty of a sunset;
Across the peaceful bay.
Maria Lindberg
Copyright 2001
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The Gentle Soul
She was a gentle soul.
The hard cruel world seemed to pass her by;
She had no use for cruelty
It didn't exist.
Every day, she would walk by the sea.
She'd look out to the horizon;And feel as one With the meeting of sky and water.
She was content.
One day, she met cruelty. It did not pass her by this time.
Cruelty noticed her gentleness;
Saw her oneness with sky and water.
It destroyed her.
They said she was a gentle soul.
Many lines in all the newspapers.
Everyone cried for her;Called out her name.
She is there...
Out where sky meets water
Where cruelty can't touch her.
Where truly gentle souls find peace.
Where sky meets water.
Maria Lindberg
Copyright 2001
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