Along the James

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Lifeless and cold the winter months come;

Dwellings become wrapped in ice and wind,

And on the outside, to the unprepared, a deadly chill.

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But one can seek warmth from its cruel beatings

Another, give a portion of its fire.

And can marvel in awe, at the gentle mercy of a landscapes

   fresh gleaming snow.

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As its bearers wait for the returning of all things,

They find that, from its adverse conditions,

   comes its own kind of beauty.

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Nothing, not the riches, or praises of the earth

   can surpass the contentment of the soul.

I want to laugh, really laugh

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Could one not heed the warnings,

And my sympathies got the best of it.

Sorrow for the miserable, the unforgiving, the proud

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Cry, cry for corruption and those that justify it.

Delusions of hypocrisy that cloaks the misuse of trust.

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Nothing can surpass the contentment of the soul.

Can't we laugh, really, really laugh

Not as ones condemned,

But rather, of ones of have wept until they walked in peace.

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