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  • Dedicated to Peace Maker Friend Lynn Fux for her continuous encouraging support on cowbird.com

    I was deaf when I could hear
    I frowned when I could smile
    I was loud when I could bear;
    December is the cruelest month-
    When it takes away life
    When it crushes and withers
    soft tenderness from the trees
    and lays bare the gold and rust
    And leaves us alone with
    the naked brown crust-
    Pleading silently to remain quiet,
    And see,
    when all hope and color and shine
    dances away with the singing wind
    to bask on the proud snow peaks-
    looking down on the cracked
    parched shivering earth -
    I see the shadows lengthening
    and I say
    'come in the shadows of the Holy Light'
    and be content safe and perhaps-
    forgiven
    and capture the gold from the trees
    in your heart
    Look into the Light while tis there for then-
    You may not see no eyes no more
    You may not walk but then
    the Shadow will guide;
    I am now garlanded, with the people
    I know the time, my eyes are closed
    But I believe I can now see The Light
    I was blind’, and I stumbled , when-
    'I saw'
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