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| The time grows near As I wait in the cold For my wings to carry me To my beloved I wish to hold Wings blessed by she Those wings she has given That allow me to be free Free of chains unseen Chains that fall from me Destiny holds secrets from us all We can only but look for the signs Waiting to hear that call To find the path in her designs Sometimes that path may seem cruel But as long as we hold faith And peer deep into Her pool We may be given that wisdom To know her plans in full |
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| This poem is reproduced here with the gracious permisson of my good friend Jeremy Thomas McLean. He retains full copyright of his work. |