Thursday

You Are

When the wind cries,
I hear You.
When the birds sing,
I hear You.
The voice of the wind
Are You.
You are the silent
Pulsing of my blood.
Larger Beings,
Greater Spirits;
Kinder, surer, stronger,
Ever seeking.
You are here...

Originally written 6/9/1987

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