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Listening: A Prayer/Song
Great Poet of Life your word ever dancing across the fine filament of light, Let me hear your soft breath on each movement of life that is birthed from the stillness of night. Let me listen so gently that even the flicker of butterfly wings to a bloom or the droplets of dew on a late twilight blue fill me up with your fragrant perfume. Let me listen - here, now - in this moment, before it has passed and is gone. Let me listen and miss not the word nor the wave that ascends on the wings of your Song! Let me listen - here, now - in this moment, before it has passed and is gone. Let me listen and miss not the sound nor the song Calling my name in the Naming of All. |
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