so deep and pure.
How I long to have you
part of my life.
a sleep of innocence and rest,
how long will it be before you visit me?
Rather than a gentle, restful sleep
it seems those hours belong to Spirit.
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Each morning breath is drawn in
as my eyes open to greet another day.
What will this day unfold and show to me?
Life does not always share with me
only moments of joy and happiness.
Sometimes my most precious gifts
have been the ones filled with the
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A woman stands alone on a cliff
overlooking the ocean.
Winter’s cold breath blows harshly,
whipping her hair and her clothes
as though sharing her pain and her sorrow.
She seems unaware of the coldness
of the wind as she looks out at the ocean,
her eyes seeking and searching.
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