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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.

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