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and that it remain intact and complete, including title and 
credit to the original author.

Ezekiel J. Krahlin


©1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

Love is not choice,
but calling,
When the net of compassion keeps two
from falling.

Love is the seed of miracles,
Gift of the Elfin Folke.
(What few know to be true treasure,
Most perceive as a joke!)

It is the negation of fact
Into the realm of mystery

Love is the heart on wings
(And also the thorn that stings).

It is the whisper between War
And the anguish between Peace,
The Battle of Armageddon
Against the Ego Beast.

Love is the brother
Whose hand is far-reaching enough
To touch the heart of another.