I am besotted by Love’s beauty,
The spoken Word in people’s hearts,
The aching beauty of the land,
The imagery of light bent in an arc.
And what is held in these curves of light,
Oh, we are just beginning to perceive;
This earth like the stamen of a scented flower,
Its pollen gently brushed against our sleeve.
What wonders we are near to discover,
More beauty for us to unearth.
We have only skimmed the surface
Of how nature continually gives birth.
I sing to you, Oh Children,
You here when I am gone;
You will know the truth of angels
As Divinity plays an expanded song.
You will feel their tender guidance,
Begin to understand nature’s plan.
These things that seem mysterious to us,
You will hold in the palm of your hand.
You, too, will have your mysteries,
Brought on by vistas we know not now;
Each contributing to this expansive plan,
God has made this Her solemn vow.
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I bring Light to all My mysteries,
Show All there is to see.
Oh You of Choice, of Consciousness,
Such sweet fruit, ripe upon the tree.
Barbara Atkinson
December 1997
