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Timeless Chill

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Granite grandeur draped in snow,

soft whisper falls, clear water flows.

 

No hand extends to measure time,

no cares ascend, no worries find.

 

For purpose fades into the still,

a tranquil peace here in the chill

 

What part of time and space am I?

So small beneath the endless sky,

 

a spec of dust, a grain of sand…

yet cradled in the Master’s hand.

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