SUCH MOMENTS
BURIED DEEP IN SOUL’S QUIET SOIL AND WATERED BY LIFE’S TEARS AND PAIN WHEN TIME IS RIPE WILL GERMINATE THROUGH CELLO, BRUSH OR PEN AND, FLOWERING WAKEN OTHER SOULS AGAIN TO TASTE AND SEE THAT LIFE IS NOT IN VAIN
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HINENI = "Here I am, Lord!" 