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Farewell

We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that?  We loved them, hold them still ...

Sunday, 14 June 2009

'I will sing to the Lord all my life,
make music to my God while I live.'
Psalm 104
My joy comes from you,
circling down to the roots of my life.


'That I might know how to speak to the weary ... Morning after morning he opens my ear that I may hear.'
Isaiah 50:4
Morning after morning,
as day follows night,
you are with me.

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