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It hath been writ that greatness of a soul
Is measured, not in lifelong flawlessness,
But in ones resurrection of that whole
With which existence one was born to bless

This world, to which one volunteered to come,
And make for each life of ones own a part
A safe, dependable and happy home
In the embrace of ones expanding heart

For so our hearts are truly born to be —
Ever upon that self-forgiving way
Allows forgiveness of each other see
For whatever hath happened on the way

If true greatness these words do not belie
My friend, upon this day — you qualify

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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:

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