My brother had a sweater he liked to wear. He wore it every day and everywhere until it shrunk and hardened in the suds of life, but then he gained another, new for old
I believe. Easy to say, harder to practise / unless there is a fire ablaze within, a passion / to follow on a route of faith with resolution.
Fluttering wings and beak with dew-kissed leaf — / an awesome sight when God remembered Noah. / On desert sand in shade of juniper, depressed Elijah / saw a special food delivery by ravens.
Then do not sorrow, / for he who wakes the lily and the rose / the resting place of each believer knows.
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