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Thread of Gold

There is a thread of gold
that binds the ancient tomes ~
a filament rare, ne’er to be found
~ lest this first be known;
 
Though some men may read all,
some in part and others none ~
the God we seek is in us,
watching thru’ our eyes ~ his own.

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Cory Garcia
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