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‘Homily,

‘This Sunday,

Part One;

With my hands I hold my mystic moon

as I follow the shadows into the abyss.

With A slow drift to my unfamiliar part

I sought for the unknown truth.

 

To behold or not to behold

the entire truth in me.  

Frightened and lost

I sought for the child in me.

 

To the sky I prayed,

on my knees I begged,

therefore, with my closed hands I believed.

 

Fear not this night, moon,

as my hands are cold.

With the light in you

I shall inhale your darkness soon.

 

Part Two; Rendition



 

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