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not blinding with light
but a whisper in the wound
a gentle presence
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in the quiet place
where shadow and soul embrace
your love fills the air
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cradling the heart
where the broken meets divine
and loss is embraced
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in the beginning
God spoke into the silence
form rose from formless
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light parted from dark
day from night shadows fled far
and it was good then
© Richard Gordon Zyne
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Behold, I make all things new.
Excellent
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