Believing is Seeing

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Truthful light,

how do you shine?

Shrouding dark,

dare you blind us?

Do you care at all?

 

Do you see me?

Do you shine upon me?

I know what must happen,

though I am too afraid to admit.

 

The essence of life fails,

slips from the grasp of my pale fingers.

I never understood,

but I do now.

 

See, understand,

believe.

 

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