The Light within beckons,
it's embrace whispers and
my heart falls into this pool of silvery emptiness.
I feel the wind,
it dances through the leaves, weaving its poem of
sound, of touch and of love.
The water's light delicately captures my dreams and
breathes the beauty of all the stars,
the moon and the sun into the very soul of them.
The wings of Grace,
ancient and true are calling.
I hear them in the deepest night...
Be truth, be bold, be love.
Poem by Annabel Ruffell
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