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DRENCHED


Drenched in sweat I see her reflection before me,
wings high above her shoulders, shading me,
eyes the color of Creation, the heart of an angel.
She had again returned to me, guided her heart to mine,
we danced along the same pathway.
So why is she a stranger to me?
(So why are you a stranger to her?)
The reflection is read in reverse by me
and from front to back she reads.

I suppose then Love and Peace must be walking past one another on our way around the circle… With enough patience, we’ll meet again and have learned more of our union and find ourselves bending toward the other with a deeper understanding of our evolution, with a more insightful glance and with a recognized truth.

If we must, we’ll lovingly bow to the other as we pass by again in search of this union’s exactness. We’ll either humbly bow, accepting our opposite course, or respectfully fall into one another’s dream and breathe in our fullness.
Pray for what is true.


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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