When images cloud reality and words disguise the truth when demons destroy my sleepless nights and depression grows too much for me to bear there's a love that always appears to me from somewhere inside my soul quietly, inexplicably it comes to take me out of my despair Sometimes it comes in the stillness of dawn when the city is wet with dew to show me the world washed clean of all its vanity or sometimes at work when I'm fed up with the politics and scheming and my faith in humanity is almost shattered it comes to me in a sudden flood of sunlight through the screen or an unexpected letter from a friend that startles me out of my mood and melts the ice of my defenses and shows me that love is all that matters Years later, looking back I will see those moments clearest of all they're preserved in the deepest recess of my heart and they'll come back like revelations or like the sound of an angelus bell when I least expect it, ringing out loud and bold -- telling me that more than all the deeds I've ever done more than all the troubles and the grief what matters most to me are those few moments when my life appears miraculous and new transfigured by the love that comes from my soul
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