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| Reviewed by Gloria Gay |
6/18/2006 |
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| This is a wistful, ethereal poem full of eloquent metaphors and I am glad I came upon it. |
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| Reviewed by . ignis |
6/17/2006 |
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Life is precious and fragile, a gift of immeasurable value in spite of all the ugly things taking place in this world. Some matters are byond our ability to perceive, leaving us speechless and sad. But we are never alone, always welcome in the soothing warmth of the Light, even when life seems to have nothing to offer us anymore. This life is merely a fragmented stint of our long journey through space and time, at the end of which awaits our source and destiny, ready to blend us with its infinite Love.
RAge
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