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Sunday, 10 July 2016

The Arch of Heaven

















This morning I saw hope

Written large on the sky

When the night ran west                         

the arch beaconed on high.



The arch signaled from high

When  hymns from trees rose

On my heart I savored joy

as heaven’s voices sang close.



I was lifted above though

I stood on the hard earth

Softly within my tender soul

A new me has taken birth.



Xavier Bage

Mon, July 11, 2016

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