Silently I call and in the still And pain-filled night aware of your reply There surges from the deepest seat of will A gratitude that shall not fail nor die.
No breaking sun through dense and storm-dark c loud Could match the light I saw within your eyes, Approaching you the holy, vain and proud Knelt down to kiss your feet then slowly rise
Into a new-found vision and a vast Experience of self and brotherhood. Some left in tears and all in silence passed Moved by your smile and all for which you stood.
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