On any ordinary day the presence of love
walks up from behind like mornings first sunshine
As I stare down in defeat my chains
are released , a rock subdues my imminent
fall , the earth now solid beneath tired feet
When confronted with dark passage the
gleam lends comfort to my distress , a welcome
hand commanding duress , the path by the
light made clear by loving countenance
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