and paths so twisted,
send us reeling,
eyes get misted.
when timespace lost
in woes and fears.
seems to bed down
and get nested
too near.
we cannot let ourselves
be overwhelmed.
our faith in the higher
and love,
will take the helm.
we remember the good times
the gentle bells and sweet songs.
we hold onto this beauty,
and from this we
grow strong.
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| snowed but not under |
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| beauty peeks through |
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