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looking back from the cliff

grace offers her whole embrace

man's soul his only shoulder

mercy his only hope from the hail

as misery like buckets

pours endlessly into his life loving pail

he is received

a mole in a mine no more now is he

but a bird cupped oh so gently in God's

very own perfect palm

destined to see darkness

that never again will be

not for this newly beloved brother of

the treasured son

he whom we all too soon shall some day see

(written March 22,2005 5am)