No End Without Beginning

When the last leaves fall
to the fires of autumn,
the slender branches fill
with buds of another spring;
so many Camelots lost
like Avalons in the mist
yet winter trees tell their story
as the sun dips in the southern sky:
no end without beginning,
no defeat without forgiveness
and no close to the tale
without the returning strength
to form our faith anew.


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