Through a glass darkly
There is in my life a person
Who accepts me for who I am,
Who asks nothing in return but that
What a joy to find , in this fallen world
Often through this example
Somehow though, this view becomes
It is then that I forget.
It is then that I begin to fail
The truth that we must all continually
go
-Jennifer Brooke Martin |
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