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Like a host who is waiting for his uninvited guest, 
My seed now seems to have a purpose if its own.  
Some spirit being has come to rest 
In the sandless soil where I was sown.   
Life, distance, everything is worn by time   
As the generations form a giant rock   
Which I - through life - am bound to climb   
And leave my heartbeat at the top. 
Buffeted by storms and calms that rage.    
Fear and self doubt come in gusts    
Perhaps these howl through every age   
To tear me from my grip; your trust.  
You are a ledge over which I strain to peek   
As this child nudges at my feet.