The walk for many years each and every morning rain or snow
I walked to you
my stream, my pond, my spring
Like the sun would I would rise in
arctic coldness or scorching heat
I would go with clarity and devotion at sunrise with my little pad and pens
You always my destination
My solitude
My solace
My peace
And when I meditate
I can see my soul and feel your joy
Oh glory,
glory be…
the angels sing
white feathers and diamond star dust fall from the sky
Music fills the air weaving with the heaven’s threads of silken blue
As for me
I would spin
Soft breezes fill my senses
and bathe my body
The sun rays lift any sadness or darkness or doom
Gone, gone, gone
Only smiles
love
and joy
Oh freedom’s bees have arrived
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