Be not concerned regarding -
the future of your loved ones
For every whisper of wind and grain -
of sand has its purpose , each drop of -
rain enroute to a kindred ocean ...
Bluebirds are connected with the placid mill pond , the thrashers are at peace with sparrow songs
Our days trapped in flesh shall cease
The day will come when we are called to the light , high
above the morning sycamores , the maples and the evergreens ,
highly charged with every hope , wish and dream
Entwined in eternal astral schemes
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