The times that answer time are such
They seem to few, and yet, too much;
We reach back, but in reaching out,
We see that joy beyond all doubt
Comes only within temporal guise:
Eternity, in its disguise,
Is love, straightforwardly displayed,
And within heaven's light arrayed.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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