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And then comes a moment, a minute in time

And then comes a movement, and then comes a rhyme

And then comes a signal, a beacon, a sign

All as if declaring

"You've finally arrived"


And then comes a message, a touching, a hug

Caress in the darkness, a breathing, a sigh

The loneliness shrinking, subsiding at last

As if it's declaring

"You're here. You've arrived"


And then comes a clearing, a peace of the mind

My heart yours to keep, my soul mine to love

The crosses we carry unburdened in love

All as if declaring "we're here, we're alive"


And then come the troubles, the storms of the land

The pieces time tore, now fixed yet at hand

Though nothing once broke can let go of the scars

The cracks are a blessing if taken by trust


And then comes a moment, a minute in time

And then comes a movement, and then comes a rhyme

And then there comes nothing when you are in sight

And nothing else needed, and nothing else asked