Who is she? I know, like me, you have seen her. She stands just beyond the far tree in the rain-fall forest, in a gown the colour of mist. She waits behind the pillar in the arcade, patient. She dresses in a shawl of snow & drifts between the tall banks in the winter fields. She swims up to you in your boat & you are sure you can see her down below the golden green. You looked into her eyes the moment you were born & then for the next year & more. She whispers in your ear the moment you fall asleep & in the moment just before you awaken. She contains all mystery but she is calm & serene as the light of an April dawn. She is older than the Creator. She knows you for who you truly are. You belong. Beloved.
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