Footprints in the Windsm # 1940–Like a dream our old life vanishes

Footprints in the Windsm # 1940

The sun came up this morning
The water yet crashes over the falls
Birds to one another call today
Yes they know of our fright-filled disease
In some deeper longer knowing
There is a stream beneath that holds as one
The crashing waters and the still
Like a dream our old life vanishes
Shouldn’t this crisis be slowing to a calm?
There is a stream
We’re of this stream

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