All God’s

Sometimes, noticing takes the form of giving one’s subconscious a little breathing room.  It happened for me last night, seconds after turning out the light by my bed.  The “light” came on, I reached for a pen and journal and wrote words that flowed as naturally as sap from a Vermont Sugar Maple.

I love you

Hopeless,

Helpless,

Healthless.

 

I love you

Wealthful,

Healthful,

Generous.

 

I love you

Peacemaker,

Heart filler,

Love spiller.

 

I love you

Believer,

Doubter,

Sure-seeker.

 

I love you.

Come.

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