Division By Fear
When can we not divide?
We live in fear, so we hide.
Our first gift is love at our birth.
What happened to this gift of extraordinary worth?
We are burden with life's illusionary woes.
Trepidation of pain, hides our love and it shows
Teachers of the heart will heal our wounded soul.
Tentatively, we open up our heart of love as it glows.
We act with this new Love in the spirit.
Others in pain gather around just to hear it.
Soon, more will come together to become a family.
Our father is delighted to see his children are finally free.
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