Saturday, July 17, 2010


You call to me in the light, sparkling and shimmering, as dew on the soft grass.

Here too, as wide leaves opening to receive, I see you.

In thorny branches twisting and turning to find their way, I feel your longing.

We believe we are seeking.

In Truth, you wait patiently. All you desire is to draw us into your great heart, to hold us close and to whisper,

''I Am Here Always.''

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