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| In The Quiet by � moon_grace The fragments of our hearts and souls flew from us on the delicate wings of the songs we sang. Year after year pieces of our beings soared upward to be caught by the vaulted ceiling adding richness to the glowing wood. I watched the colored glass as it danced in the early morning sun Such magical sparkles of light How they give life to the young man and his sheep. I sit here in the silence before the gathering. My knees upon the bench as I glance toward the candle cups Feeling the presence of all who were here before and more. For here in the quiet Is a feeling I can hear I know now who I am Be joyful of this grace sings my soul. moon_grace. |
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