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reflection

were not for love
what purpose this –
for days
beyond the knowing
of graces heaven gathers
in our name

what mortal death
the slightest power
to steal
what none can steal
truth
that even silent lips
proclaim

tis not for us
to understand
the fierce embrace
of living
the gentle tug
of evermore –
a hand that fits
the same

. . .