A storm is coming,
the sky will cry
Each cloud a tissue,
old light to die
The gale once gone,
all hope renewed
From end to end,
the picture blue
The circle spins,
the cycle turns
What came before
must then return
The seasons frozen
by grand decree
One reason chosen
to set you free
All time a servant
His master plan
The past and future
just also-rans
This moment precious,
this moment blessed
To live within you
—your heart at rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2018)
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