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✦ 109 ✦ Hamlet The tumult dies. I enter from the wings. And leaning in the doorway to the stage, I seek to catch, within the distant echo, The shape of what may happen in my age. Upon my figure from the dark of night A thousand focused glasses have been trained. But Abba, Father, if there be a way, Allow this bitter cup to pass me by. I cherish your unwavering design And willingly consent to play this role, But ask that you release me for a time, For now another drama’s plot unfolds. But all the acts are written and ordained. I know the journey’s end and hear its toll. Alone I stand. Pharisaism reigns. The way through life is not a simple stroll. ...

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