Now I pen these words to seek,
per God's gracedlove when liferetreats.
And should God exhale a parting sigh,
a star-filled, kind, receptive sky.
i'll hug the low and shy
of me,
and never ask,
"Why?" of thee
(for His name's sake,
when love is the answer,
the question is irrelevant).
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