Thursday, August 09, 2007


Springtime and all is in bloom
Summer and all stays as it bloomed
Fall and all begins to shed
Winter and all is emptied again

Can I hold each these seasons within my soul?
I am all these seasons there is no doubt
A kaleidoscope, a door that always opens
Two visions, two visions how quiet they are

Sunset field grass swaying softly is me
Dusk snow covered mountain grove of pines is me
Different spaces yet intimately entwined
Vast spaces never empty so full of God-space

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