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  • Lorraine Johnson

[136] Light Steps

The wind whispers,

gently, close your eyes

listen, as it sings—

walk lightly in the world

to see, to feel, the story unfold

sit at the table with those who you choose

and those whose view is different than you

travel far to know what's near

wander worlds to know your own

and when you arrive at the foot of your door

—humble you will be,

as if at the foot of an ancestral tree.


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