Sometimes it feels I stand in a world of giants. A hobbit for sure. Sometimes it feels among the giants my size is not my only flaw. A human hobbit for sure. My heart’s aspirations, among the giants, may not always be true. With grace, my reflection, still offers a mirror. The flaws, perhaps, are just the gentleness of the breeze upon the mirror offering the giants and life a bit of a different perspective. The heart and Life cannot betray. The true reflection may be denied, distorted, or delayed but never betrayed.
Sweet spirits here I sit. In your presence. In your arms. Be thou the night folding around me. Be thou the moon folding into her dark fullness. Be thou the shades of dawn’s grays. Be thou the crickets holding chorus til the birds awaken. Be thou the crisp morning air that chills my body. Be thou the music playing and dancing in the air. Be thou the stream of incense smoke. Be thou the pillow upon which I lay my head. Be thou what thou art… Sweet Hands of Life. Be thou what I am…the mirror of your gentle face. Folding my reflection into yours. G’night sweet moon. G’night sweet faithful mirror of my heart.
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