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Touchstone

January 10, 2018

I would be my touchstone,
Unearth my waiting heart
Which is my own still centre,
The source where springs the soul.

False starts, mistakes, rebuffs
Erode, as waves against a rock,
To make my surface smooth
And mould me to my shape.

Come lap against me, waves,
Refine but don’t destroy me,
For I would be my touchstone
Against myself to measure me.

 

©Virginia Rounding, 1990

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