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The Garden
I step out
Into that mystic choir
That holds my heart
Where time, standing still,
Moves with the seasons
Quietly changing my world
With its elemental tune
While my song is barely heard:
A contrapuntal whisper
Struggling for harmony
For my land is my chancel
Hymns hum soft on its breezes
And prayer rises in its stillness
In this quiet place of remembrance
...Saturday 14th April 2018 11:43 pm
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