OH, my God
I see the love
in all the faces
all the mouths
all the whispers
wishes
and hopes,
In all the dreams
all the anger
all the spite
and all the hurt.
I see the love

sweet grace
such a feeling
in the body
as grants
this clarity
this understanding
of my fear of unworthiness
to love like this.

and such love
as love like this
that grants all freedom
to be and choose
fight or hide.

Such purity
as to never be diluted
or twisted
or poisoned
by any human act
but to still glow through
from underneath.

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'Don't be satisfied by the stories that come before you; unfold your own myth.' Rumi

Dear Sister Julia--

This is a lovely poem. I hear your heart through the words.  It is such a difficult thing to try to put in words what is basically wordless...but we have to keep trying to express this love--thank you for doing so!

Glad to see your voice here on the VTH!

Beth, VTH Host

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Beth Patterson
Tea Drinker and Vision-Seeker
www.virtualteahouse.com