I used to stand on the bridge
And watch the water race beneath
As fast is it could go.
To the sea that was only
A few short yards beyond.
And I wonder-
How far is justice,
For the waters still race.
How far is peace,
For the tide still ebbs.
How far is hope,
For the salmon still swim
Upstream, until they die.
How far are we,
From the prayer
Thy will be done?
George R Pasley
June 10, 2020
Martin, TN
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