Dear friend:-
You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
The field in my heart
The field in my heart
is now ready for you, dear one.
The soil has been
turned up thousand times. and the desert tamed with
a slender grain of faith.
Oh bringer of light!
Come, pour your splendor on me!
Whatever you give me
I reflect it back to you.
Oh John! Thank you for your response and also for following my blog. I started this blog a few months when friends encouraged me to do so. Bless you dear friend!
and the desert tamed with
Of course this is DIVINE, Guthema. How else could it not be. Bless you. Paul
ReplyDeleteOh John! Thank you for your response and also for following my blog. I started this blog a few months when friends encouraged me to do so. Bless you dear friend!
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