Life loves mind, a sacred sphere
For soul and body: blendéd so
That entrained voices come to bind
The goals for each, that each may grow
For in that blending, in that place
Our fears speak out from scarréd rift,
And build the walls we must surmount
To find, in passage, each wound’s gift
So we must map that sacred space,
That meeting ground of disp’rate parts;
And find anew what we forget:
Our compass leads back to our hearts.
Stephen Bolles
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2018