She has gone long into the healing peace And I no longer live to see her smile But still I work the garden in the spring Planting beauty, then to rest awhile But not for long in my remembering, For am I moved by forces barely known, Enamoured by the light I one day found And towards which my soul has slowly grown. That God resides in us there is no doubt But forces inimical await their hour, Faith and Will alone can drive them out For only then can one contain the power And from the grasp of troubled mind, release.
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