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Uploaded on 01/17/2008

The eye that sees , the ear that hears , the hands that touch ,

Each heart that breaks with pain or bursts with joy

The confluence of miracles that swirl in the firmament

Create precious moments , in and out side our lives

Have we not wondered , have we not feared what we can’t control

Have we not shared the hope for a vision of eternity with…

The knowledge that we are left alone with faith in each other

Grows in acceptance with each passing moment …alone

Once I howled like the timber wolf I am, at the moon of ‘god’

In the full measure of time , one uncovers the truth...

night turns to day , The ‘light’ lies within... not without

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