One lengthy obstacle is that of time,
But I turn it to be my dearest friend -
Its eyes no longer cast an iron spell
On me. From tortuous and arduous months
I suffer, not knowing when or how love
That comes from God delivers me. Frozen
In my grief, though, I comprehend angels
In all their forms, in all their multitudes
Of grace that filter through the glass of time -
No longer an obstacle to test me,
But through which eternity is revealed
In the crossroads of hope and verity:
I persevere as a house that withstands
The storm of the night, as a song that soars.
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