May there be each day
in all our lives
some moment when we are called,
nay, brought to the doorway
of our soul’s sanctorum,
where the physical, sloughed off
to reveal the spiritual,
fades for a time in the fog of memory
and our heart’s eyes see
as they have never seen before—
a thin space where truth
waits to be revealed
to the curious and the hungry,
and our heart’s ears hear
the message that only love can bear,
the message that we are beloved.
Ann Glover O’Dell
18 September 2017
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