How strange it is
To find things out
Searching in life
Things come about
As those it was
For a reason
Cycles in life
Have their seasons
To live life out
To slow things down
Life's a journey
Let life be found
Poem # 636
Idea 14 May 2010
5:13 PM
Upper Room 4th pew right front
How did I come up with this poem?
I was finding things on my family history.
It's strange how I came across some things.
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