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Carried across time

Caravans rumble across time

Sighing in the wind

The voices murmuring

Echoing sorrow and joy

Pain and elation

What is the station we have come to

In the realms of seeking, finding

Are there precious moments spent?

In mining the gems from the murky ore

That fills the airwaves with the fog

Of declining human values, and more

We stand steady, firm and true

Glittering gems, both me and you

Side by side the days flow with us

Igniting sparks of knowing, wisdom and care

Flaring forth as a beacon to that which seeks a kindred spirit

Anchored in the future sounds

Singing songs in harmony and bound 

To the guide ropes of hope and devotion

We know not what we set in motion

- Sharon Lange

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