Those Same Tall Trees
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Shalom Freedman
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Whose green is Beauty each morning
Today swaying violently in the wind
Could be Death-
We see with who we are
But what we are is beyond us also-
A speck can kill us
But our life is a long slow redemption
Toward what our eyes may mean
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