When you crossed the Jordan and came to Jericho.
Those who held Jericho fought against you.
As I drove past the town it was merely a distant echo.
Memories and views sank and grew.

Like them I live in towns I near built.
I drink wine from vineyards I never planted.
All their work now reduced to silt.
Like them little of my work has counted.

But one thing subsists.
the love of our Union.
Nothing resist.
This dominion.

Echoes rebound.
And never are bound.

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At the end of life
All save love is lost in time .
Only love survives

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See Joshua 24:1-13 and Matthew 19 :3-12