Reaching into the skylines of life's horizons, hoping
to capture blessings of God in wisps of candlelight
before they dissipate in the wind.
Looking forward to graces as they fall from heaven,
touching our souls, filling them abundantly through
melodies of heavenly choirs.
Majestic and holy, tantalizing our hearts to seek
God only throughout this temporary life, never being
fractured beyond repair, souls and minds safe and
vibrant always.
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