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Presently, Peace
 
I will not wait ‘til ribbons run
Their colors after rain
Or cast away my wishes
‘Til the stars come out again.
 
I cannot curse the clouds that claim
A sunless, sullen sky
Or lay awake ‘til nightingales
Compose a lullaby;
 
For neither time nor reason
Knows the subtlety of grace,
Whose arms outreach the seasons
In an evergreen embrace.
 
I am the seeker and the sought;
All solace lies in me—
The darkening and dawn abide,
Though paradoxically.
 
 
--from A Kindred Wind
by Roxanne Ivey

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