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Our Years
At some point along our years' trajectory, We pause, with perplexity, bewilderment, To ask, "Where do I go from here?"
And if we're fortunate, privileged, blessed, We receive a trace of prescience, To guide our minds to enlightenment,
That place in spaceless time Where our earthly purpose is measured In acts of compassion and love
Girded with the certainty of our imperfection, Our predisposition to fallibility, With no guarantees of redemption,
Only a chance to see, at some point, Where the beginning ends, the end begins, In our years' trajectory.
12/14/09 - (1)
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