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”