Tuesday, March 24, 2009

when the altars get dusty

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What will you do when the altars get dusty?
What will you do when your pace seems to slow?
What will you do when there are no more surprises?
What will you do when your sorrows are gone?

Once the altars were dustless and perfect.
Once the way seemed to be one step or two.
Once there were angels on top of the Christmas trees.
Once there were tears that brought comfort and cheer.

What is the matter with dust on the altar?
What is the matter with the fleet or the frail?
What could be lacking without all the angels?
Are things really flummoxed without all my dust?

Keep it clean, keep it neat ... but know the difference ... if there is one.
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