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As drops of rain upon parched ground so would be my tears,
yet my heart longs to weep.
My feet and hands are shackled, my lips made mute by truth-deaf ears,
yet I must sing and I must dance...
For I see how eternity cradles the earth.
I know the love that forms the child and spins the double helix,
that causes life to spring from death and joy to spring from pain.
So I will dance and I will sing and keep the vigil in the night
until the Son's first rays...
c 2001 B Philp
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