Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (34)

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To reason

If he is the father and we are his child

Then surly it stands but to reason.

That we could grow up to be like him

Whenever that time or that season.

He sends us to earth, this mortal sphere

Decreed we should learn and study here

Experience much we must know, must see.

How in some distant eon like him we may be?

A hurt in the heart

Don’t know what to call it, nor just what to say?

There’s a hurt in the heart for things far away.

It’s a memory stored in the deeps of the soul,

Demanding an answer to make our life whole.

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