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 strength
to form our faith anew.

 

 

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