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Now is the time to gather pieces
Of the shattered heart.
Somewhere in the beginning, or
End stands an unlikely friend.
That friend knows no triumph
Or a disaster, it walks with
The pace of a slow turtle overcoming
each hurtle.

This friend has a warm and loving
Face. It stands only by your side
It desires no other place!
Who is this friend that follows in
A solitary slide? Does it hold you
Up, when you prefer to hide?
Does it swing low or softly guide?
It takes happiness and sorrow in
Patient stride.

This is a part of the whole it brings
Forth the strength of the ages, the voice
In ink reveals spoken pages.
The other side stands by pride, casting out
the shadow, becoming the guide.

Lost, yet, not forgotten it springs to
Caress the soul, to touch the quivering
Hand, the friend connects in love,
And passes to you, the peace of a
Pure white dove.
A Guardian Angel seldom viewed, is Gods
Gift, it is the friend that warmly renews.
Hope gathers in the place, where halos shine
From their holy face...
Endless waves of his profound Grace, now
Ignites in the rightful place.

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