It is the journey of wordless, e’er caring and sharing
Which I am making and moving,
May the wings of love
Guard me from all ill will,
With faith I may land and live;
My need are new and few!
But like the bud, wants to see the sun,
May thy light pour upon me, like a lone glistening dew.
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