restoration                                   September 21, 2016
i know you have a good heart
let me hear from what is good in you
for my God, your God, our God
–we call by different names
like the languages we speak–
sees both what we do
and what is in our hearts
i call you with my silence
for i long to hear you speak
with the heart God gave you
our Creator makes no mistakes
and His mercy is more fearsome
than His wrath could ever be
this is the mystery of unity
the place where the river runs green
under the trees of paradise
come, come with your heart on your tongue
for there is no ego, no shame and no poverty
in the circle of shade in the garden
here is only you and i
us and the Compassionate
the Whole
the Heart.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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