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When there was everything there was still a vacancy,<\/p>\n
When there was a vacancy still something seemed to exist,<\/p>\n
Life is a dance often without a tune,<\/p>\n
A tryst with God without a commitment.<\/p>\n
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In the depths of sorrow there is a hope for catharsis,<\/p>\n
In the trenches of everyday life there is a prayer for redemption,<\/p>\n
Amid the illusions of life there is a saving grace in goals,<\/p>\n
In death there is a stepping stone for eternity.<\/p>\n
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We do not know why we are here,<\/p>\n
But the heart feels there is a meaning in its madness,<\/p>\n
The road of life is long,<\/p>\n
But the prize-less journey has a mysterious momentum.<\/p>\n
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Is life a concatenation of moments,<\/p>\n
Are moments the strands of an elusive fabric,<\/p>\n
The enigma of life may be an illusion –<\/p>\n
The real thing its connection with nature.<\/p>\n
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Suffern, New York, August 3, 2017<\/p>\n