golden and
warm in the december sun
this fading
year will pass and be no more
we pause
and take account of all that's done
since
normal duty includes keeping score
what we must
do is often clear and plain
to be
repeated and done once again
our task
unfinished this mild winter day
is not the
simple message we convey
but
something awesome born of nature's grace
seen not on
mountain nor in ocean spray
the true
redemption of the human race
we think we
can escape that we can run
some
massive distance from the starting door
and then be
free but there's no means to shun
the things
we are they're with us to the core
clear in
the light and won't wash off in rain
that is the
fact of our eternal stain
nor is
there any word that we might say
to grant us
ease nor even to delay
the fact of
judgment the truth we must face
is not one
we avoid in any way
the true
redemption of the human race
the journey
starts with us thinking it fun
but none
believe that on the final shore
nor think
of it in terms of lost and won
of those we
love and those we now abhor
we speak of
rivers that have found the main
of means by
which we might a truth sustain
and
understandings of the honest way
including moments
that will never stay
but all
that comes is part of the whole case
and from
that knowledge no true soul will stray
the true
redemption of the human race
prince none
will wish our poor hopes to betray
and there's
no unjust word that you could say
we have
direction and we know our place
participants
in nature's grand ballet
the true
redemption of the human race
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