It is done.
One by one
true tale has been seeded.
All shall be known in time.

In this time
love has won.
The record shall remain.
Only the end has changed.

I am born.
I am now
free to find true st form,
fullness of love complete.

I let go.
Too, I know
within most hardened hearts
still many rivers flow.

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Feel now peace;
know now grace—
these always more than words.
Morning birds sing for you.

River runs.
Summer suns
pass into this passage
that welcomes truth and you.

Lift your gaze.
Hear your breath. 
Consider now true prize
and make your way back home.

Strength to strength,
day by day,
choose to meet the moments.
Remember what you knew.

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God with you,
God with me,
as once in Italy
and ages in between.