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Facing Eternity
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\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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The three-dimensional field of our lives drowns in detail.<\/p>\n
The rhythm we recognize as living, and our attempts to resist the wind,<\/p>\n
are all part of a vast, uncontrollable sea.<\/p>\n
Yet somehow, we are light-seeking,<\/p>\n
somehow we are solar-following,<\/p>\n
somehow, and just when we reach the edge of understanding,<\/p>\n
gravity sees us to our graves.<\/p>\n
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He wants our participation in pursuing wholeness.<\/p>\n
Somehow, the seeds of his mercy migrate by means of the wind,<\/p>\n
and they find us at our most drifting though the summer of our lives.<\/p>\n
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There is a Japanese legend that civilization was born<\/p>\n
the first time someone gave someone else a flower.<\/p>\n
The ever-true gardener lives for beauty, and when he touches us,<\/p>\n
a rose blooms in our heart.<\/p>\n
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He knows we are solar-opening, and his glance and guidance<\/p>\n
are timeless light. And the difficult uprooting from our lives to be transplanted<\/p>\n
in his garden is needed, and it hurts.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are benefits to grieving,\u201d he says,<\/p>\n
\u201csuch as paradise. Come, face eternity with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
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