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Ah, Beloved,
Light of my eyes,
Lantern to my Path ~
though warring armies
camp in this same world,
I seek only to dwell in Your tent
all the days of my life.
You are the Singer and the Song,
the Artist and the Art,
the Poet and the Poem.
Whatever forsakenness I ever feel
will heal
so I again behold Your Beauty
and express it anyway I can.
BEAUTY-FULL
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Love,
Joan