Pick up your oar, sweet -

Amy Michelle Mosier

And row by me forthwith

Away from the huddled reeds;

Away - away, my intrepid!

The canyon rim keeps us

And also the foot of time

And sufficient tenderness

To carry us on wave and whim.

What will we find further on?

Yeshua and the angels expect

What lies on the horizon;

Let's go there on account.

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sorenbarrett November 6th, 2025 17:38
A poem of a challenge to go onward maybe even despite the cost. Well written

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