A great ring of pure & endless lightDazzles the darkness in my heartAnd breaks apart the dusky clouds of night.The end of all is hinted in the start.When we are born we bear the seeds...
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We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.
We cannot always cry at the right timeand who is to say which time is right?
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