Purgatory

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As I walk through winter’s mist
I cannot see ahead or even know
if the jaded sun will break through
to guide me back home to you.

But I must not wait for certain light;
I must go on through my dark fears,
bitter tears, failing sight,

for your gentle, wordless song
nudges me ever forward, urges me
always on.

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