So many circles

So many circles,
incomplete;
so many crosses
waiting to be borne.

So many paths,
waiting to be traveled,
signs to be followed,
lights to be drawn to
and only One You,
holding it all,
the dark
and the glitter
the hope
and the promise,
the clutter
and the comfort:
sun, moon and stars
all banded together
And breath the great blue distance
between.


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