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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513509" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bottle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I swam out to an island once<br>It wasn't that far off<br>A mile, perhaps a little more<br>For sure it twas enough<br>I went to see if I could find<br>A place upon the sand<br>Where I might sit in silence<br>And seek out the great I Am</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all the blues and all the greens<br>Began to come together<br>I wanted to take hold of it<br>And no not leave, not ever<br>For there are spaces in our lives<br>When doubt is held at bay<br>And just for half one second<br>Understanding comes our way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When He is me and I am Him<br>And heavens in our lungs<br>That measurement of great or small<br>Is equal cause we're One<br>And we can visualize a place<br>Where love is so divine<br>And hate and war and grief and death<br>Are tossed like sour wine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And just when I was at that place<br>Where God was in my hand<br>There came a wayward bottle <br>I could see and in it had<br>A rolled up peice paper<br>With a tiny rubber band</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't want to open it<br>Disturb this litte vase<br>But what if this was meant to be<br>Gods rightful time and place<br>So straight away the cork came off<br>And I began to wonder<br>Was it written by a castaway<br>Or some forlorn lost lover? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on the piece of paper<br>Dated 1942<br>Was the story of a soldier<br>In a place called Vanatu<br>And while on base he missed his love<br>And he was feeling blue<br>And hoped the waves would make it drown<br>Till reading made it new</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on this little island<br>Where I went to find a cure<br>I realized all the time that'd passed<br>And he was dead for sure<br>I took the glassy capsule <br>With much thought to what'd occurred<br>And in my mind I saw myself<br>Pretending I was her</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Written by Sara Fielder © 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Fielder">Sara Fielder</a><div class=q>
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It wasn't that far off
A mile, perhaps a little more
For sure it twas enough
I went to see if I could find
A place upon the sand
Where I might sit in silence
And seek out the great I Am

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