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Aware of God

As I sit on a cliff edge
Watching the waterfall trickle down the valley,
Passing through the harsh mountain nature,
Stopping still at the Jelly Bean Pool;
In the distance I hear the sounds of the bustling city noise.
This is drowned by the whispered sounds
Of the untouched bush;
I am aware of its beauty, aware of myself ~
Aware of God
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Carol was discovered by another writer, who is honored to share her works with you. In the fullness of time, Carol's musings, some of them written nearly twenty years ago, have emerged. She allows them to be shared with a still seeking and grateful heart.

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