Higher Truth

December 23, 2008

I look to my most authentic self. I ask him my highest and deepest truth. He replies.

She is the one, sent from God’s heart
In only an instant, she melted your soul
In oneness, you walk, and dance and live life
Through fire and water and sunshine and ice

Compassion is hers, her gift and her curse
Your purpose, your choice, your overarching cause
Is to always be her strength, through heart-wrenching pain
She holds up the masses, at risk to herself
And you must support her, come sunlight and rain

As you heal her heart
She heals all the world
Hold always her hand
Let her never unfurl

Type: Poetry

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