A singular path
we travel alone.
The sun shines its blessing
as it tours the sky,
the river
shares its cool refreshment
as it flows past
taking its own path.
Others travel this path
though still we wander,
lonely, in the crowd -
this unfellowshipped throng.
For we do not see with common eye
the presence we share;
we do not feel a common touch
but the uncommon
embrace,
the holding of a hand
extended from
a universal path.
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