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Like a stately old clock slowly ticking

Sooner or later we’ll make arrival,

As will the pears once ripe for the picking,

Blessed by the sun’s promise of revival.

Down on my knees now these tears come by grace,

The quiet joy of being undeterred

Taking hold of me, making sacred space

Of this simple passage where we’ve conferred.

The fears of the ages rattle my bones –

Fear of myself, what I can’t do without –

Yet I bask in you and see these unknowns

Are simply part of figuring it out.

I sense enormity in what’s at stake,

But with you it’s a journey I can make.