All we know about the past
Might be divided
Between awe and loss
If you look at the hand-prints
Emblazoned on the cave wall
One miraculous event after
Another and another
And at the same time
A skipping broken record
When all we had was our hand-prints
We had to put them on the wall
Where it was not lost on us
You would certainly find them
In the fellowship of the heart
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