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From out the shadows of our past mistakes
From out the dimness of our former gloom
Cometh the light celestial it takes
To give compassionate existence room
Room in our hearts, in each relationship
For every stranger, every lover, friend
Given not only by the slipping lip
But every action also, to the end
We come scattering seeds of honesty
The genuineness of our deepest heart
In uncompromised authenticity
Each moment, new life nurture, new life start
What key be to this ecstasy, forsooth?
What do you know? ‘Twere but the honest Truth!
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
