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Oh Lord, this child of yours often forgets who you truly are... 
forgets to believe in all that you are.  You are the Master... 
I am the student.  Show me all the gracious wonders Thou 
didst create.
The dove gently cooing acts as a soothing balm upon my 
presently unsteady nerves.
"Why do you worry about the morrow, when you can be 
at peace today?" The Lord says to me.
The light wind that blows through my hair, reminds me of 
finger-tips gently caressing me there like a Father's reassuring
 touch when all of that is of 'the world' seems so bad.
When a Harris Hawk lands upon the adobe bricked wall, 
I am reminded to be humble, that I never need to be proud, 
because quietness in one's demeanor can speak ever so 
powerfully, ever so loud.
The little church upon the hill rejoices when the bells inside 
its steeple ring aloud, as the increasing wind stirs them well, 
bringing them to life.
Yes, I do know that this unearthly song was love, love meant 
for my heart, given to me in the form of the most holy of melodies.
Once again my mind, my soul, my being become at ease with all that 
You are to me, knowing that I am fearfully and wonderfully  made by 
your hands, that you created me, will always bear me up to keep me 
safe from this poisoned world, but even more so from my 
self-defeating doubts.


by S.E. Clark

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