SINGLE SERVICE GUIDANCE
Each time the world comes around - to knock or to
kneel at my doorstep again - I am ready. The odd
soundings of all the ages come with it : I am sheepishly
involved in something. Flowers which give hands to the
many days of memory - everything and each place I
used to be I still can see.
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Please forgive me if I do not regret - the shimmer of
childhood lingers on the bottom step of this porch of
now. I knock, and it knocks back. I step down, and -
yes - it lets me in. Every nuance the same, yet each
nuance different : like I know the song but forget
the tune; or recall the tune but forget the song.
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(Has it been that long?)...
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