Time awaits our hearts

In yearning, we meet again

Never knowing if the gift we seek was sought from within or without

When our hearts and minds see, hear, feel amidst this yearning

It becomes a mass of confusion appearing as we are utterly lost

Forever, it would seem

Then out of this deep pain, suffering, incurable invisibility

Emerges perfect clarity

A peace of warriors who know unconditionally without qualms

The loss was revelation overtime

Into our hearts and minds

It wasn’t there, never there

Into the mists of blurred lines, foggy wisps washing over rosy tipped mountains rushing behind cascading waterfalls of a grotto

We hear whispers of a truth not dependent upon ourselves or others

It is a cure without

A visibility without

Answers without

It is Faith Abundantly bound to Grace

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