As a longing—
Quivering flames—
The healing idea appears,
Its irradiency
Burns through human misery
Cleansing the heart
Making it pure and the thought crystal clear.
I find Love never absent, then—
A glimpse
Of goodness so near!
I know how ever long it takes
Fear and sadness must flee—
I exist.
That is enough!
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