With this breath I give to you my being.
Knowing that others may to come
by me through you.
As perfect as is this moment
I fade from your eyes.
We shall be again, dry of tears,
with grace
and bliss.
Swirling in summers wind
under painted skies foreseen
.I shall always hear your cries
no chasm to distant for your scent.
And as this flesh divides us now
so shall it bring justice to uneven ground.
For with each passing is born a world,
and for each world a new beginning for faith. |
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