A soul can wonder
From branch to branch
Never finding a home
It does battle
With all it meets
But its light
Has barely shown
Then one day
It heard a whisper
And it stopped
And began to quiver
Like the leaves who
Stand alone on trees
Waiting for fall to come
This soul then knew
His place belonged
Right where the
Heart sang a
Soft sweet song.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
12/31/2014
Who I am 
Great interpretation of finding one’s place, Terry.
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Hi Christy, happy New Year’s Day. Thanks so much for your lovely comment. Hugs
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I really love this and that photo (mho) just draws me deeper into your poetry. The bareness of the trees are so beautiful. Hugs! I’m up now! 😛
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I love reading your comments. I haven’t known you long but you remind me of a bubbly personality, witty and sometimes funny, and yet a soft and serious side. Thanks for commenting, I love it!!! hugs
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That has always been me. I praise God for letting you see that great description of me. 🙂 You are greatly welcome my dear.
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