…I dreamt I saw you in the water,
And met you in the wood,
Maybe it wasn’t a dream?
Tasting your breath in the salty air,
Your timeless touch,
Carried by the wind,
Tossing my hair.
Crossing the threshold of fantasy…
Close enough to brush away the tears
From my eyes. I dance in
Your sun and let
Your river run through me.
Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,
Swept up by Your grace.
-Gilda Patricia
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Lovely philosophy & grace flowing through the air,surroundings ..in the midst of feel-goodness , in the joy of HIS company ! Knowing is bliss! Bless you !
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So glad you liked Kamakhya! And thanks for your lovely and poetic feedback.🌼🌺🌸
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Beautiful and moving!
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Thanks very much Sailaja ❤🌺
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A nice view and take on our relationship with creation Gilda. Your poem provided a meditative break in a week when the world seems to be imploding on itself 🙂
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Reflecting on the peace of God’s presence. Thank you! Have a beautiful weekend.😊🌸🌼🌺
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You too Gilda 🙂
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love how reflective this is. it’s as tender as the spring wind. ❤
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Awww, much appreciated.💕🌸
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❤ ❤ ❤
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