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Wrapped in something so much bigger | 
A healing place | 
A kind of awe and reverance and wonder | 
A remarkable experience of grace |
Again, a pure gift of grace | 
All of us are sailors adrift on it's ancient swell | 
Free to ignore moments of restlessness in the mind | 
I feel the infusion of hope and peace |
I find my own place in these deep rhythms | 
It offered a more guarded and controllable sort of life | 
Some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives (left) | 
Some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives (right) |
Some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives (middle) | 
The fact is we had little idea of what we were getting into | 
The richness of the silence | 
The wishful thoughts come |
There are no tidy conclusions or resolutions | 
These are significant graces | 
We know we've been given an incredible gift | 
When we're called to share not common pleasures by pain |
Who will guard the door when I am sleeping? |
