It is raining. I have a small fire going. These are magicking I know, miracles of deep abiding peacefulness. I was nothing, just a dream in Your heart. I was two cells, a new human, a man, now ancient. My lover sleeps beside me. She too Your dream; then given to me and You made love. There was no us until we met and then you have made us one. You make us love. You make others through us and in her. New humans You make and then give them to us and our love, the love You gave us, encompasses them. It goes on and on. There is none of this without Jesus. His sacrifice opens You to me. He opened the veil and gave me salvations access to You. I hear the rain and it is Your whisper. In all the Lamentations of the world, there is one clarion call always, “Come to me, all ye!!!”
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