Falling leaves like butterflies descend Drifting through this air of mystery And I aware of every season's end In peace prepare to venture across the sea To greet the home that always welcomes me, Where sacred souls of the world come to meet Partaking of a silent unity And reverently bow before Her feet. The road is long and the battle hard For those who would dare to tread the upward way Yet knowing that the goal is living God They concentrate and meditate and pray. And yet He is within the fragile frame Originer and player of His game.
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