I stand in mist and fog and rain -the damp white softens an edge -
has it opened the door -
I am waiting for? -
The dripping rain softens the land -
washs it clean and I stand -
wishing it would wash away -
all the filth, that it may -
drown what bothers me so. -
Comforted I go, I know,
my own hearts ground. -
Grace alone I have found -
humility loosens what's bound -
Into the sky ... I fly -
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