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May Day

This lovely moring seeps into my soul

Teasing out the doubts that might ensnare

Your love - freely given - so that whole,

Entire and perfect I may once more dare

To realise that you are more to me

Than anything that may have gone before

And though it's taken all this time to see

I know now why I worship and adore.

For you were there when I fought on alone

Assured that I could do it if I strived

And when I failed, your grace was there to hone

My selfishness into a faith that lived.

            The beauty of this day will slowly wend

            But unconditional love will never end.

Brian Hick 

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