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Beset are the trees
With sorrow scything through leaves
In the form of snow


Each star, shining, shows
Another alternative --
Paths we never took.


Lines form between them
In constellation, writ be
The fate of our hearts


But the misery
Does not reach within me
Come, Benediction.


Above, soothing light
To heal the heart weathered so
God's light within time


Forming all the lines
The timeless truth of God's Love --
It transcends all paths.


Reaching through all paths
It touches us on our own
Universal truth.