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Poem to a friend

Paula trods
With pollywogs
And packyderms
Her dermis, near the dirt.
And though the Paraclete
Lives in her heart,
Don’t look for her to sail
Like a dove into the sun …
No …. she’s an earth bound saint
Feet firmly planted
On the sod,
Heart next to God
In the everyday.

When it comes
To love, and sense, and service –


This poem came much later than many of the former.   It is not a love poem per say, this woman was part of a music-based internet group of which I was a part.   She was not really comfortable before a camera, and not as colorful as some of the other members... but when it came to old fashion good sense, she eclipsed us all.


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