Each Encounter Is It
Each encounter is it--
Indescribable wonder and bliss;
The tender call of home sweet home.
Seeing deeply into all things
Cannot be described.
It's as if a veil is lifted
And all is identified and revealed--
In the silence of noise, of speech,
Of wind, of rain, of writing,
Of reading, of crying,
And remembering.
One can finally rest
In the arms of the Beloved.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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