Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Love Letter 79 Your Will

For there is no song to sing, but yours
every echo a container for the magic
You Are
every answers a canyon filled with your reverberating Love
every breath, but a breath I take for you, built on Your Rock
where your will Moves the World
for I am frozen, without your absolution, and my will stills at your word
but please
as I bask in Your Undying Ocean
let me
dance
to Your Song

I love you
without reparation
Your Beloved

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