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Thursday, January 3, 2013

The privileges that are ours

How softly the silence is whispering to one and to all
Come now and hear me speaking in everything great and small
For beyond all of the appearances and beyond all of the glow
Are the mysteries of the universe that everyone should know

We are often so very busy that we cannot even begin to hear
The murmurings of the universe which the angelic beings revere
Yet they are louder than the echos of the mightiest roaring sea
Why is it we cannot hear them. and why is it we cannot see?

We walk within the sacredness of the Eternal One's spoken word
We have before us, our paradise, and its melodies we have heard
yet we fail to grasp, completely, the privileges that are ours
We have our constant connections to the Creator of the stars

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