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Tuesday, 17 September 2024

Unceasing

Keep the vigil.
Lock the doors
Of the heart.

Light a candle.
Say the words.
Fear depart.

Ask for wisdom
To discern
In the dark:

Friend from foe, 
Grace from woe, 
And where to start.
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