come to view
and seemingly we fade,
take heart Dear Ones
Grace calls again
and only the love remains,
Only the love remains
Only the Love remains.
Written December 8, 2018
If I were a bird flying by
I would see the green and know
a landing pad lies below.
I see now, as above so below,
as we live, so we go
further along or to and fro,
rolling over hills or falling off cliffs,
we think and we drift
we sink or we lift
up, to a higher place.
And returning,
but not really here.
You were bleeding
all over the place,
and never facing
what was true,
never being the real you.
Sometimes you still
call in
to see,
what is going on with me.
If every word was ever heard,
Love would sing, and light would bring,
a truly wondrous way to be
living with Simplicity.