Beloved, for you my soul waits in silence. My hope is hidden in your silence. Life of my living, you are my earth. You are what cannot be taken. In the gravity of your grace I rest. In your silence is my deep belonging.
I trust in you, Holy One. I pour myself into your hands, into this light, my resting place.
Rich or poor mean nothing; they are an illusion. I abandon my little “happy” and “sad.” They are both lint. Do I catch myself trying to gain? Ah, ignore all that fool's gold. Ignore it. Let it go.
I keep hearing this in the silence; the silence says it over and over: the only power is Love, and love, all love, is God.
Beloved, you live, you speak, you resound in all we do.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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