Eyelids clenched tight
“You are not here if I don’t look”
The itch to peek
To ascertain if there is need
Hope monsters flee
Replaced by gentle sun
Blessed by all warm love around me
Comes round. Think hard.
Take measure of my life
What has been done or left undone?
Charity matters most
Above all choices one can choose
When most challenged
Scrubs away at the dross
Which entombs the beauty within
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