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Time Without End


Rusty Broadspear

Her mind held whirlpools, undercurrents,
Not of indecision or doubt.
Crossroads, choices, whispering voices,
That, sometimes, made her want to shout.

Her heart would ask God for answers
And patiently wait for His reply.
Meantime doing house, life and family,
With intermittent purple sighs.

This sweet, sensual lady, of uncommon sense,
Held exquisiteness within her mind.
An untainted, wholesome stance in life,
One to search for through a lifetime and never find.

Unbeknown to her, God seeds his reply,
As she laughs and dines with an old friend.
Unwittingly, her life is turned,
She's made her choice, her future's penned.

We raise our glasses above the candle flame.
There's a warmth, a glowing kindness in her face.
Within a beat of a butterfly's wing, she's given me
Our own time without end, of love and grace.

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