Psalm 127

                  

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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