A Strong Yet Tender Pull,

 

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There is no first or last in Forever. It is Centre there all the time. ~Emily Dickinson 

 

Life has a strong yet tender pull 

that can straighten and bend our path 

It leads us ever onward with wise and callused hands 

yet like children we pound the pavement  

Running hard to follow close 

With a crumpled map in hand full of Un legible notes 

So we lose our way and we pay the cost 

We weep from the hurt we speak of the loss 

Why is the journey so hard we ask 

As we scrape our knees on a gravel path 

It is like the gentlest of birds life says to our face 

That circles tangled branches to find its place 

To rest on a limb for a moment of shade or shine 

There is no rush life says, please take your time!