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Times slow,
times for searching; born of hope carefully grown protected like a tiny ember of fires that then become a brand. A search, of direction not known oh, times slow cradle, furnace, foundry vague outlines, a crying within times made for watching and waiting& times of impatience and pain born of incertitude of ambiguous trust of having to strike a path a path always personal and new. Loneliness and despair till trust fortifies then a waiting for no one knows what. But I know& a raring, a possession that will outlast emptiness, a life lived to the hilt, instead of a life lived by half. (1997)  |
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