It is the light
Cutting through the darkness
The warmth and comfort
When the weather storms and the rain so cold
It is the forgiveness
When all seek to condemn
It is the sheath o'er the blade
And the support when all else falls away
It is the undying faith
When the mind can no longer think
and mine eyes no longer see
It is the science, the magic,
the spiritual, the prayer
Cosmic, eternal and beautiful, unconditional
and in this short life so rare
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