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Reach for a comfort too dear
for someone,
To hold and be surrounded and won't be won.
Strive for a tremendous banquet for those in need,
Would that to come forth just from creed.
Lift these hands and talk of a gentle plan,
Wipe it across their face with eagle feather, softly fan.
Lifting hearts tall into the presence of greater being,
Mind, heart, body, ever, forever, freeing. |
