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The world is full of love


Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
–Seamus Heaney, When all the others were away at Mass

The world is full of love 
Gleaming in a bowl
Epic in the moments
Miniscule and whole

The world is full of love
Melting into drops
Transferring timelessly
It never really stops

The world is full of love
Together in a task
Fluent in our motions
And questions never asked

By Richard W. Bray

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