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Aug 2010
Yet again
the stars
are out
in all their
stupendous
glory;

as ever,
a silent
fireworks
of constant
dismay,

while
You knock
on the door
of my heart.

Please enter,
quickly,
that I
might
convey
to the world
with candlelike
signals

something of
the joys
of Your
workings
in, through
and  around
humankind.
Written by
john oconnell
538
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