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Maybe Nothing More Is Necessary
My anger has subsided,
Only grief comes now,
A sadness that has no boundaries
No tears can wash away that imprint
On the sands of my sorrowful soul.
Lest I sound too piteous,
Too much sorry for my self,
I know that the imprint fills with the waters
Of the Sea of Jesus,
And, although it may not be washed away,
Perhaps it is filled with Hope.
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