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One More Day


 

I greet the new sunrise;

I rise on wings of fire -

the breaths of my life.

I am strength . . .

the source of hope.

 

In my journey of discovery,

we are the source;

yet, I stop to clean the toilets of life.

Change will come, for

together we are stronger.

 

One more day -

to correct a wrong,

to reason, to wonder, to question.

Answers will come . . .

When we hear my song.

 

 

© Russell Kendall Carter

 

 

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rkcdlitt

I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.

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