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Release


Knot of unwillingness uncurled,
Snare of pride loosened,
Smoke of oblivion expelled
From my tiny bunker of fear.

Release I found;
No seething arena of pain,
No sheer chasm of failure,

    But You
            Stirring me:
                    Your innocent child

From dream of death,
In the Cradle of Belonging,
In the Garden of Magnificence.




By: Sumangali Morhall
April 2002