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On returning
On returning
an ancient door
spills light onto the space
within. Quietness envelops
those who tread here. It is a step
back to where no troubles have
occurred. No death only transition.
Mismatched glass seems strangely
unbroken in an alcove eastward window
atop hangs a sacred heart for the love which
moves us beyond our self within and without.
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