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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Holy Ones

The holy ones whom God gave you to save are everyone you meet or look upon, not knowing who they are, all those you saw an instant and forgot, and those you knew a long while since, and those you will meet yet, the unremembered and the not yet born.
                                                                                A Course In Miracles
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they are out there Lord
they drift through my day
some I see clearly
their faces are etched in my mind

haunted hurting
frightened
angry
compassionate faces

some drift vaguely by
unnoticed perhaps
given a glance
nothing more

yet behind each face
the spirit lurks
the sacred dwells

each one
is
set aside
worthy
holy

each one is there
to be noticed
listened to
valued
loved

a sacred trust

give me O Lord
eyes that see
ears that hear
a heart that is open
a Spirit that seeks

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