Photo courtesy of J Mack Photgraphy-bridge series
It rolls about in your mind
like a river rolling the rocks on its bottom,
rolling, rolling, under and past the bridge.
It is so deep it is forgotten momentarily.
Yet it continues to roll in your spirit
like those rounded
thumped rocks below
the river water surface.
There is that something...
stirring and rolling.
Ah. There with the shallows
Rolled up to be seen:
glistening and wet with purpose,
Standing testament
God Loves Me
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