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Remembering
Beyond the wretched swing of Hopes, dashed between the rocks Of fickle circumstances, the mellow Hue of Loves embrace reminds us Of that which endures.
We struggle so with our longings, A suffering that has no happy ending For in the dim light of shadows, Nothing solid can be touched and held.
Only in the Light where dreams Dissolve like wisps of fog in the Mornings warmth, does the garden Of eternal beauty reveal itself to Weary eyes.
Morning calls us now, Out of the clever dance with With whimsical things, Out of the conflict to make Crooked pieces fit a seamless puzzle,
Into our remembering, Into our longings end, Into our freedoms freshness, Into the arms of Love.
We are " TwinSoul "
http://www.innerguidance.com/index.htmlJohn and Rev. Ananda McIntosh 1998 - 2002 © Copyright Teach Only Love
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