In the darkest hours
When the script of life
Is a vast chasm.
Things beyond scope,
Beyond screaming encasement
To delve into a pit of extremes.
To walk on air
In the beauty of Gods creation
And taste, touch the essence
Of his love. That with guidance
To rewrite the script, fulfilling
The destiny of life on earth.
Joyce Gale 2005
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