Transcendental Sonnet #1233:
Paradox of Destiny
+for Silke
I lift up these empty hands
My palms open to the sky
My arms outstretched and reaching
And she sees and understands
Whispers love will never die
I hear the silence teaching
See the darkness lighting me
Feel the warmth within the chill
Time within eternity
Healing comes through being ill
Paradox of destiny
Future present from the past
Always save the best for last
I feel her embracing me
+Steven Curtis Lance
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