I walked on peaceful waters today.
The winter sky stark, under my feet,
As I tread lightly upon the glass.
The barrenness, white as my new shoe laces,
Held nothing but pure possibility,
Like new ground, waiting for the plough,
Like wheat amid the tares.
Nothing shall in any way harm me.
This I know, and fully declare,
And yet, if it does, I am also aware,
That all this, too, shall pass.
-jenn long
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