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8:27 p.m. - Tuesday, Apr. 15, 2003 But darkness prevails, branches smite face, legs My step is much slower than at first Do you hear? We walk, sometimes hand-in-hand Sometimes out front Sometimes behind No matter�we walk within reach It�s pleasant.. It�s pleasant� Where is the meadow? Is there a green meadow? Smooth rock upholds me, thoughts circulate Conflicted is a word gone by I make no room for it Decisions�mine, mine alone I want to stay�.yet not at any cost Been there.. Life, living, joy even amongst the discards Someone else�s leftover ash Now�.rising�a shaft temporarily pausing between temples Rising�.joy�.wordless prayer�incense to God Centered� Love�..it�s own reward I stand.
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