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Insanity is like beauty In the eye of the beholder At least that is what she had to believe The memory of her mother Boucing off the padded walls Chilled her No candle could light her up From the dark spot of that time in her mind But the Holy Spirit is not a candle Nor a flashlight Nor any ordinary thing Industrial strength brilliance at the speed of God! She reruns yesterday through her mind That Halloween party She in her hippy jeans And with her heart on her sleeve No one stomped on it And she was so relieved Now she sits and hears the political chatter She doesn't shatter November 4 is right around the corner And she thinks she knows what she will do Praying us all through. Beauty is like hope It thrives Best in sunshine But can bloom in darkness And she is aware that inner loveliness Is so much more dear Hope is like faith It floats And the feather is as light as a summer breeze The leaves fall And she smiles She loves the snow

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