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A Certain Uncertainty

“I am composed,” I thought, but didn’t feel

“Of music and light”

I packed away old treasures

Dusted trust until it gleamed

Rearranged a way of living

An internal exterior sheen

An external interior reflection

Moved further away from isolation

Connected deeper to this intention

What trail to walk to reach my dreams

There’s room to grow

There’s space, here now, to know

The essentially essential still lies within my reach

I can let the deepest, brightest rise

Into the world will breach

Cold new winter snow has fallen

Icing on the cake

The trees stick up like candles

For the birth of a new year

Winter wind will blow and make a wish

Listen to the hope that lifts

Can you hear

Can you hear

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