THE WITNESS

 You are free, I do not judge
I might just be a friendly nudge

I am still but I flow along
I sometimes whistle to your song

I watch you happy sipping tea
I sit with you in company

I pray you hold the rails when you walk down
As healing knees might need more ground

As you learn and as you grow
You instill me in your flow 

When I am present you are free
You can enjoy eternity

We meet in that field at quiet dawn
When all the barriers are forgone 


With open hearts and quiet minds
In serenity and out of time

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