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Emily Dickinson

A word into the silence thrown
Always finds its echo somewhere
Where silence opens hidden lexicons
And words fly back
Only into silence to arrive
At just about the right instant

Dejan Stojanovic

Undying Love
God hath not promised skies always blue,

Flower strew pathways all our lives threw.

God hath not promised sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow,

Nor peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for labor,

Light for the way,

Grace for the trials,

Help from above,

Unfailing sympathy and,

Undying love.