Clarity comes, 
But the question is 
Is it the mountain tops 
that lift us up oh so high, 
Is it the ocean waves 
that drag all fog out to sea, 
Is it the valley winds 
that blow all clouds from the sky? 
Maybe none of that, 
As the voice of God's airy name
Whispers to ears that dare to hear:
The truth is nearer than near.
by J Alan R

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