Life,

          So invisible,

          So hidden

          For so many months

          Now appears

          Triumphantly and

          Gloriously

          With the return of

          The light and

          The warmth;

          How can I

          Possibly deny

          A grand design and

          A grand Designer?

          How can I

          Ever again

          Fear death?

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My walk is only as good

As the talk that stalks my thinking;

Nothing seems to move my breathing,

So there is a good place to start

Since it seems the place

That would my very life impart.

I am cold except

I have breath and a heart beat;

Dark except light enliven my soul;

Broken without connection among everything

To keep me assuredly whole.

Faith holds the key to the origin

Of the source of the light, life and breath;

Love is the redemptive force that beckons them all

With the promise of freedom from death.

So I contemplate

The rhythm of my breathing;

And I seek the warmth of the flow

Of each heart beat;

While I wander through the labyrinth

Of loves that call to me;

Finding which one will eternally repeat.

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