Time is a patient teacher,
a slow drip that soaks into skin;
a light bound lesson found in darkness,
an indelible trace of the journey.
Like rings of an ancient tree
counted dear in the stuff that makes us,
a wandering path that ends in truth revealed
before the most unwilling eyes.
The tides of justice ride upon a relentless sea
that takes all and keeps what it will
until it returns upon a someday shore
again to the sun, and in proof of all.
Faith sounds above the noise
fails not the constant man, a doubtless will
holds power within each moment
to shape the world in the likeness of love.
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