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Slip Away

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I'll slip away,

To my refuge

Of babbling brooks

To the melodious songs

Of the birds trill

Tantalizing me to

Sing of God's goodness.

I'll rest on a fallen log,

Gaze upward to the heavens,

Marvel at his handiwork

Unconditionally given.

I'll feel his presence,

As he whispers

Love words for humanity.

My solemn tears flow as

A babbling brook,

I ultimately succumb to

His divine love.

Longing to stay,

Yet, I know another time

I will again

Slip away.

Copyright Marie Williams