I held him as the holy of the holy A perfected soul truly without stain, A deeper love dawned slowly ever slowly And often he relieved me of my pain, Sharing with me the insights he received And helped me on my spirits lonely way And all his words I thoroughly believed Until there came that fateful revealing day When I learned that every soul is flawed Though evolving steadily into the light And I found that nothing is outlawed For even in the darkness there is light. And so the spirit moves towards truth and love Guided by a witness self above.
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