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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Hidden from our eyes

You glance into the morning and never really see
All the beauty and the wonder wrapped up in mystery
The whispers of creation goes unheard by one and all
It takes a little effort to hear the Eternal's call

It echoes in the wind and is riding on the breeze
It shakes the tiny seedling and bends the mighty trees
The wisdom of the Infinite is hidden from our eyes
Yet it carries all our sighing to a place beyond the skies.

If we are really open to the spirit that is Divine
We will come to know ourselves as a living  shrine
Each of us is a vessel through which graces can freely flow
Our lives will  be an echo of the God we've come to know .

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