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Sep 2019
The first rays of radiant light
     beaming with purpose, giving all sight.
Gently they kiss your hard terrain.
     Seen to those that travel your lane.
Welcoming all that think themselves strong.
     You draw them in with alluring song.
But what is sought not always found,
     for unknown to them you are bound.

Quiet yet marvelous witness,
     looking at or out one must confess.
To grand for us this earth design.
     You are yourself for us a sign.
Awe-inspiring, fill with wonder,
     our hearts could become asunder.
We mustn’t think this was by chance.      
     Because of you we get a glance.
Zac Shawhan
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Zac Shawhan  33/M
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