Serene I fold my hands and wait

Here a lovely new Flow to God entry from Inez . The picture is graced by a poem of Burroughs:

Arundal 31 10 2011 (24 of 126) copy

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

(John Burroughs)

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