Poems (Rumell)/Growing

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GROWING
I have ploughed another furrow,
Gone deeper in life's rich soil.
The way was far from a pleasure,
But twas worth all of the pain and toil.

I tremble at the vision it brings me.
I am blinded, and cold with fear,
Lest I am too small for it's greatness,
May not to the world, make it clear.

I draw strength from that inner something,
That will not be hushed or stilled,
But I open my soul to the Infinite;
Knowing it's promises are all fulfilled.

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