Listless, hoping you reach out
A thought that touches the abyss
And grants true freedom from worry
Because its existence is no more
As we look over the shoulder
Where the dignity that once trudged through the mud
Now knows an elegant grace, forgiveness,
So the gate that grew stiff with rust
Now is healed as it is revealed in Truth
Opened wide to allow the Light a chance
Half-passed, half-renewed and cleansed
Giving the brilliant arch of creation
The new opportunity to grow, grow, grow,
And send delightful beams between us
From now until eternity.
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