There are times
when life
takes flight
alone,
leaving us in a miasma,
a chasm,
grasping for air,
groping for what remains
when faith and friends
are sought in vain
when knowing
gives way, limp.
It will return, of course,
life that is,
the sun and a song
on its wings.
Goodness will circle, circle, circle.
The Lord, the Lord Almighty has traced it so.
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