Welcoming
May you rise gentle in your morning,
nothing needed, nothing forced,
just the grace of your arriving
in the place prepared for you
for a thousand, thousand years,
by the light that's always present
in your heart and in your life
there to greet your secret sweetness,
there to hold you,
there to love.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
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