Daddy Bear Posted May 19, 2008 Share Posted May 19, 2008 Oh vibrant spirit, sacred Beloved, You are all of these: the rain-pregnant cloud so dark, the clear, omnipresent air and the life-imparting sunlight by which all rainbows glimmer soft. Beloved, might I be the open eye, the caught half-breath, the soul itself of wonderment without whose audience Your radiant displays might sadly be forever unworshipped - and lost? Bejewelled, though modest; cherished Earth Mother, still possessing youth; could I ever think to look away? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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