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All Is Well

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

I hear You calling

From high mountains.

Among stately spruce trees,

I hear You whisper:

 

“Peace be still…always.

I walk before you.

Straight is the pathway.

All is well.”

 

In quiet places, I seek You

And carefully listen,

For in my mind I hear

Your voice softly speaking.

 

My refreshed spirit soars

Upward in exultation,

Unfolding in reverence,

Know and accepting.

 

Yes, Peace is Mine…

Your gift to all who

Seek to know You.

All is well. All is well.

Betwixt and Between

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Betwixt and between,

Not here, nor there;

Betwixt and between

Existing somewhere.

 

Omniscient, invisible and

Transparent it seems,

Clinging ever so tenaciously,

Betwixt and between.

 

Although it can’t be touched,

Nor tasted nor seen,

Doesn’t mean it’s not there,

Betwixt and between.

 

Search the universe diligently

For mysteries so keen;

Efforts might be rewarded by

A fleeting glimpse of betwixt and between.

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