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Sandy Lyne


Snow in the Night

When my father died,
I wept, I wept, I wept,
and did not stop.
When I was done
forgiveness came
like snow in the night
and covered everything
in my world, my sense;
came so completely
the shapes were lost
of my former hurts.
If I could tell you
how this was done,
I would— worth everything,
and opened doors.
Whatever guides you
to such a place—
follow it, follow it.
It is your life.


© The Estate of Sandford Lyne



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