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Homeward Bound His thoughts become thick curtains that fall in soundless folds of billowing comfort, destruction’s echoes gone. No sound disturbs his consolation without walls, his streaming soul now homeward bound. Pinpoints of light touch his eyes restoring sight, his ears can hear: A Voice calls his name. At once he knows loved ones await; in garments of light they’ll embrace him with unqualified love, understanding all. |
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