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ThisThere is a universe brokenbeneath this grief with a brief glimpse into your eyesMy god, this look,ever fresh, sure and wise -the safety net, that catches this: life’s breath -whenever I feel I want to slip off the dulledge of this earth . . .Those eyes, (faceted with the light of a thousand years) hold the oft forgot, fire and flamethis rises in the dawn and awakening . . .This eternal spring of hopethat nurtures unspoken passion That, which utters, to silence, this Deborah Russell, © 2005