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the church is near--but the roads are icy. the tavern is far--but i will walk carefully...
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this is fact, not fantasy...
you must know how i feel...we've covered this ground before...there are obstacles in our paths, yet converge they will...time trembles at the force of our desire...on bended knee, i pray to thee...you give me strength...you give me courage...thou art beauty...thou art hope...thou art religion to my soul...pray that i might return, in some small measure, the wealth that you have shared with me, your love. |
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this is hope, not futility...
beyond the strength required for everyday life lies a deeper, more subtle, more powerful strength. this strength manifests itself variously, closest to home is the strength to bear up under one of the heaviest burdens of all, the terrible weight of blaming oneself for the misery or pain of others, the ability to continue on, to stay the course, to keep faith with yourself...and to maintain hope and humor through it all. for that, i thank you. |
