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As
I grow older
I
must grow simpler
like
a branch stripped of leaves
by
indifferent winds
until
I can see quite clearly
as
Brother Lawrence did
on
that frozen day in March
when
You revealed Your presence
not
in fire, but in ice,
not
in glory, but in a leafless tree
Your
Word made
all
too fragile flesh
quaking
and thankful
just
to be alive.
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