Mystic Mystery
Mystic Mystery
Out of a pine forest mist
I met a soul along my path,
A bed of pine needles crunching underfoot.
Two smiles met along the sun-dappled bath.
He was whistling “Amazing Grace.”
I felt a sweet breeze upon my face.
Passing on I knew, I just knew,
I had encountered Love.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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