The Miracle

A single ray of sunlight greeted him that day

Blazing with the color of the finest golden hay

Coming through his window, saying it’s always been the same

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Dripping down the glass now, one last drop of rain

Events of all his yesterdays echo through his brain

Fogging up his vision like a thickened oil stain

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Gone are the days of yore

How could life not mean something more?

Inundated by pain

Joy a distant train that

Kicked him off at the last gate

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Lovers of the past - passed or gone away

Memories of times better than okay

Nothing more to offer, nothing left to say

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Out of all his pity a

Path he couldn’t find

Queer are the behaviors peculiar to our mind

Remembrance of time

Slipping down the line

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Then something happened- a miracle of faith

Unconscious efforts showing a new way

Voices saying all would be ok. It’s always been okay.

With the Holy Spirit, you’ll see you’ve always been

Xanadu is yours - Just see the Love within

You only need to release the light at your core, and your

Zest for life will fully be restored