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TIMELESS CHILL
Granite grandeur draped in snow
Soft whisper falls
Clear water flows
No hand extends to measure time
No cares ascend
No worries find
For purpose fades into the still
A tranquil peace
Here in the chill
What part of time and space am I
So small beneath the endless sky
A spec of dust, a grain of sand...
Yet cradled in the Master’s hand
...Jeff Bresee
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