I know grace, like I know things fallen, and rivers fly- carrying a raging love.
I know hurt like things dying, and rivers fly -carrying a raging love
She’s a mother and a child
Mother of a saint
son of preacher man
my friend,
haven’t been good -much
losing love, I’ve lost touch
walking through the world, shoes on backward
looking at the sun, upside down…
combing through the rivers, searching for a raging love
Mother’s hold your daughters,
father’s love your son
its the only raging love 🙂
kindness sis. krissy
A Poet's Vision 
This one feels like a song, especially with that rhyming couplet in the middle!
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yes, it felt like that to me, I guess it was something stuck in my head – just scratching at it:- ) thank you for saying so – now I don’t feel crazy lol
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Not at all! I was kind of humming along as I read it!
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I’m certain you are not crazy. Creative, yes!
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thank you Shell DeToni I’m grateful for that 🙂
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Yes! I agree, it does flow like a song. That’s a great observation.
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