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THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY

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What are we but sleeping angels

Amongst a dream of meadows

Empty as Heaven

Silent as God

Begging to pray

Such a choir to sing the End

Hand in hand, joined

roots loved and crooked in the soil

Rejoicing

As we languish into Forever

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