Unveiled

This hasn't been atime of leaving orof grieving—we both know Lovedemanded that wegrow beyond old pathsestablished years ago—both know that Life,so gladly lived, the Mindthat guides our loving,never terminates expression.

There is a you I hardlyknow, a me you've barelyseen, so dense thescreen of mortal sense—thewe reflecting God oftenseeming lost in mirage ofmatter, though wellknown to our Father; Histimeless likeness isunchanged, intact.

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