I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
-Emily Dickenson-
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was grace that fed my starving fate and gifted treasures on my plate and made my being sure and strong to travel life however long. and grace stayed close and ever dear through every laugh and every tear and in the end will carry me to meet God in eternity.