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I Wish You Well   (a prayer)


I wish you well
its the story
my heart has for you
to tell
I wish you well

its not good-bye
you'll be on your own
for awhile
know that you are strong
of faith
strong
of heart
skip over the waters of your life
be not the stone

you will surely rise

there is no distance
no mile
that's too far
to keep us
apart
you are my heart

look inside
and you will find me
I reside
in
you
love multiplies
it does not divide

I wish you well
its the story
my hoping heart has for you
to tell

I have wished it
this way for you
always
forever and
all
along.

))))))))))))))
woke up with this inside of me
wanting to come out
change is gonna come
the universe is infinite as long
as we have hope and love,
so share it, spread it around.

))))))))))))))))))
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK
FEBRUARY 6, 2017 8:14AM PST
AND FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR
MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT OUT OF HER TILT-A-WORLD.


I AM GRATEFUL THE SNOW NEVER FELL
I AM DONE WITH WINTER
THOUGH I AM A WINTER'S CHILD
SPRING HAS ALWAYS RUN THROUGH MY VEINS
I MAY HAVE BEEN BORN IN WINTER
BUT I'M A CHILD OF HOPE
I'M A CHILD OF SPRING.





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