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Listen!
The proverbs of my Inner Guidance
offer wisdom and solace,
can be set to music
with lyrics more lovely
than sweet wine.
No riches ransom me from death.
No success satisfies the purpose of my life.
All is temporal and fades, turns to dust,
but not Our Song.
Yes. "Our Song." How seldom I seem to hear it. How wonderful when I do. Those rare and sacred moments of shared Song hold such hope for me. And, I believe, hope for all this is.
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