Today as the journey begins
On this Glorious Day we stand
Before the path of righteousness
I am on my knee to take your hand
There was a beginning time
When we met on a special day
That I knew in my heart
That someday you would say
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THE STONE, Poetry by Anna Simone Scott
A wicked wind whips me front and back
As I walk thread-bare ‘cross a granule prickled shore
Into a blackening night.
A night to conceal and not reveal that ancient secret borne on stone
Which looms in all its fantastic hue,
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