Morning Song
Dawn had taken in the stars And left the faint white moon. O white moon, you are lonely, It is the same with me, But we have the world to roam over, Only the lonely are free. -- Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
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Widening Circles
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one, but I give myself to it. I have been circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years.
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