The heartbroken believe it
Waste places celebrate it
Flame flowers fill the field
Carried over the threshold
If for a day lit butterflies fly
Hold nothing back
Enter the incomprehensible
Life cannot be fathomed
Lives of victims are ashes
Brave the weak ones thrive
Not in sinking but arising
Turning away from self
The last shall be the first
And the first shall be last
The least where heaven is
And heaven here on earth
Liberty lights a fourth side
Amaranthine lines are born
Happy are the kings in life
They dig for joy and find it
Doors of mystery unlock
Love held the hidden key
Truth in the inward parts
The searching beam sees
Sweet the arbour of tears
Diamonds born of breaking
Caught in the school of life
Of lessons in the making
In spaces in the midst of
Places where one could be
Carried over the threshold
Across the lines of death
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