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	<title>Tarringo T. Vaughan &#187; Poem</title>
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		<title>Still Waters</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2014 13:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have always had a fear of drowning, therefore I float.  I flow with the currents that take me upstream and empties me in the mouth of life’s ocean; waves silently drift and the ripples sing the harmony of my being. But when the waters rise, I sink gasping for air. Lungs suffocate with fear, [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tarringovaughan.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/Still-waters.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-336" alt="Still waters" src="http://tarringovaughan.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/Still-waters-300x225.jpg" width="300" height="225" /></a>I have always had a fear of drowning, therefore<br />
I float.  I flow with the currents that take me upstream<br />
and empties me in the mouth of life’s ocean; waves<br />
silently drift and the ripples sing the harmony of my being.</p>
<p>But when the waters rise, I sink gasping for air.<br />
Lungs suffocate with fear, breathing becomes spare.</p>
<p>My hope begs to die but strength continues to swim<br />
as like a river the water flows constant.  Life never dries.</p>
<p>I rise again and float on the stream beds between<br />
the banks of my existence.  Flesh water wakens me.<br />
Alive again I flow into the sea of my domain.</p>
<p>And there is where I reach the still waters of tranquility.</p>
<p>The still waters are clear, settle and I see through to my soul;<br />
Life resumes and my spirit renews, becoming whole.</p>
<p>© 2009<br />
Tarringo T Vaughan</p>
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