Here is stillness and silence
now that the ground is painted white.
From the safe old church
the song rings all the way here.
I have stopped white the way
to rest a while
and was caught in the borderland
that unites night and day.
And a shine from the light
behind the arched frame of the window
has united those souls
who are with us in this time.
And I know that those who have gone before us
have understood that we are
like flickering flames
as long as we are here

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