Faith.
I don’t often see the moon,
Through the clouds at night.
I don’t often see the morning frost,
On the wild mountains.
I don’t often see the rainbow fade,
Behind a summer rain.
And Ah!
The Sea Eagle -
I don’t often see the Sea Eagle,
Bringing home her future.
But it doesn’t matter.
I know they are there for me.
When I am able to see them.
Friday, May 05, 2006
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