The Page of Life

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I slip and slide down glide
Way off the page
Of life to land
Below where all things grow
From what we sow
I can not see
What may be here
But know the going slow
Will make me meet my fear
And through the veil of
What I do not know to find
With eyes of wide amazement
What is due to newly penetrate
Like seeds that sprout through dark of earth
To make a world of birth
A spring of such beginnings
For an innings on
The page of life.

© K Barr

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