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Apr 2014
Each rising sun,
A promise,
Each passing moment,
A hair's width,
                           Each breadth of a breath,
Exhalation or,
Inhalation,
Pause to recognize joy,
                                    JOY,
Signs of the seasons,
Coming or leaving,
A season of believing,
A reason of lifelong passion,
                                      fashioned,
After
Christ,
Are we there yet?
The journey is not easy,
The Winds not light or breezy,
Attest to the spirit Fire,
Earth not meant to be home
But the elements;
Of faith, make you whole,
Of love, embrace brokenness and hold them,
Of charity, it is better to give, and give, and
Of hope, until ...
And then the greatest of these, until, is Love.
Ottar
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