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Elizabeth Browning



Saturday, March 7, 2015

Beloved Child

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is something valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.”
― E.E. Cummings
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The cacophony of the world
Fades

The sound of voices
Birds singing
Trees whispering
Dogs barking
People wailing

All fades away
As one wanders deep
Into the silent and mysterious darkness
That is the soul

And there in the echoing silence
We hear the voice of the Beloved One

Who says in tone sepulcher
Ah
Here is my child

And then bursts forth joyfully

“Damn, I do good work”

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