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It was all black
Not a hint of light
Black
He was afraid

And on that edge of no hope
Close to suffocation
There he felt the tiny, gentle
Breeze of grace

A glimmer of memory saying
Fall
I will embrace you

So he fell
And he was transformed

From the man he was
To the man whom eternity
Had been waiting for

Diane Findlen Garrow  1/14/11