Sometimes in the midst of all this darkness
I'll see the blackened starry landscape and
think of you and youth and protected innocence.
But when I see this sole, lonesome self
I hear the close whispers ever near
assuring, guiding my life and path always
and think and know that all the gain and all the loss,
all of this is planned and it is well with me.
Sometimes when a land in which I live passes
beneath my feet and by my side, I think of
the true joy of an ending and its beauty.
It is life, the chance for light to come anew.
.end is mysterY
Strange beginnings can be sad.
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