light a candle in a steel chamber,
press back the hardened touch.
learn to forgive.
impartation of light and favor to
the the heavy blackened yoke..
i healed some by the wayside
and kept on walking, i moved
along in a single breath.
now brightened days lengthen the cords
and renew the sinews between
the nerves and there is healing
when i learn to forget.
old time blessed assurance,
redemption between two stretched
out palms, no safer place to be..
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