Reflections
Thoughts unbidden come to mind
When I reflect upon the day
Feelings new and strange I find
Whence they come I cannot say
When I reflect upon the day
My musings manifest as sounds
Whence they come I cannot say
A chorus of my love abounds
My musings manifest as sounds
The melody of living
A chorus of my love abounds
By the practice of forgiving
The melody of living
In a composition whole
By the practice of forgiving
As I seek within my soul
In a composition whole
Feelings new and strange I find
As I seek within my soul
Thoughts unbidden come to mind
Darrin Funk
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