Unless the Holy One builds the house the carpenters are hammering illusions. Unless the Beloved holds the city the guards are all asleep. You get up early and stay up late for nothing, chomping down your anxiety bars.
The Beloved blesses you in sleep.
The love you generate is God overflowing. The love with which you surround yourself is God's gift to you. Like flowers in a bride's bouquet your love makes your life more beautiful. Happy is the one whose arms are full of them. You will hold your own in this busy, warlike world.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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