The longer we live,
The more of your presence
We find, laid down,
Weave upon weave
Within our lives....
There are many things
We could have said,
But words never wanted
To name them;
And perhaps a world
That is quietly sensed
Across the air
In another’s heart
Becomes the inner companion
To one’s own unknown.
--John O'Donohue
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