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These Are The Miracles

 Life rushes over rocks and stones that have lain at rest too long

Constantly wind blown, ever worn and weathered

By time’s ageing practice of slow decay

Shaped by water’s hone

Or worn long ages past, by sand

Until at last shaken loose, falling – where each falls

Time lifts them out of the riverbed

Of endless possibilities

Their hidden secrets, no-one knows

Layered deeply

A sense of immense time

The far reach of uncounted years still saved within

Contributing to their perfection

These mysteries they form are never destroyed

Each stone in it’s time, it’s secrets will reveal

Therein lies a memory

Unknowingly left behind like signatures

Turned in the hand

These are the miracles

That reveal an ancient knowledge

And ignite a spark of life

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