With age the questions come and go and life begins its doubts to sow for somehow now truth stands alone and can no more be carved in stone; for truth is fragile, life a passing gift and all our certainties begin to shift and so our hearts are bruised by doubt our minds obscured and mute our shout but there is beauty in that truth and though the storm be rough, and strong the winds, the sails are tough and the hand that calms the storm remains at the helm, and love guides our lives to safe solace and peaceful amen.
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