A stream flows freely from my heart;
It cannot be stopped—
Laughing, trickling, gurgling, bubbling,
Over weed and rock.
Nor wind nor storm can it abate;
Troubles make it strong—
Churning, swirling, perking, gushing,
My joy follows on.
The famine can be difficult;
Almost dries it up—
Ebbing, gliding, coursing, flowing,
Springing from my cup.
Copyright © 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo taken along the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina, 2008
The Abundant Heart 
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Beautiful poem!
I have nominated you for the Liebster Blogger Award. Congratulations!!
Here is the link: https://inaloveworld.wordpress.com/2017/05/31/liebster-award/
All the best for you,
Manuela
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Thank you very much for your comment, and for the nomination. I cannot respond to it this week because there’s too much on my plate already, so if you’d like to pass it on to someone else, that’s fine. Otherwise, I’ll accept and respond next week. Thank you.
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What a beautiful portrait of a loving heart! Surviving through a famine is such an eloquent way of describing certain periods of life that come to us all while the blessing of love flowing from our hearts still continues to flow and sustain us. So Well done!!!
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Thank you.
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