Tides return the favors
they have taken, Having had sufficient time to turn. All enjoy more riches than they earn, Nor need surrender what they have
forsaken. Kindness, like a candle caught in
mirrors, Sees itself in infinite regress, Giving that keeps giving its
largesse, Imitating what it has been given. Vast and bountiful, creation
shimmers, Intimate in ways we cannot know. Nor do we fail to glean more than we
sow, Granted light that glows down to its
embers.
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