In
the hollow of every hill
There
was ingress
In
the cradle of every cloud
Was
the door
From
the echo in the world that
Held
the key
Could
be known the entering
In-ways
of the light.
In
the hill that is my hardship
Came
my help
In
the cloud that wore me constant
Was
my sight
All
the natural things around me
Were
my gifts
They
told me all I needed
Which
was life.
For
every ill there was
A
cure
For
every heartache there was
A
joy
For
every mystery that ever
Bound
me
I
known a welcome
Could
be found inside it.
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