I have stood in a place my heart knows as holy.
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And felt the whole of the vast green earth
Groan at the weight of my joy.
So little it appears we are leaving,
there was never so much ours here,
Never so much for eyes and touch
To be gathered in numbers on a page.
So little we are leaving.
Only the Autumn,
Only the great burning of the world.
Only the persistent memory of wonder.
Only the place where my heart said, finally, "Enough."