Like scattered deer the dead leaves blow Across the body of the earth. The agitated wind, annoyed Objecting to this new world's birth Brings turbulence that knows no peace. A whirling visitation rife With anger as we here install The relics of the Lord of Life. All future possibilities Are present on this day of light, No force can stand against us now Who bear the burden of earthly plight, For he is here to help and guide As we meet our demons face to face, Our lives by his indemnified Through his sweet and ever-present grace.
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