Caroline Myss
Your faith falls upon me like a mantle.
It burns my skin.
Your light is ahead – a constant lantern.
I must cross the darkness of me to get to the next light.
You tell me what I know –
But brightly, divinely-
Crashes of cymbals upon me.
One step I take
And I’m greeted by blossoming joys,
As I could not imagine.
Your next words smile in their knowledge.
I know. I know. Keep following.
I feel your smile, I see your hand,
Ever there, ever beckoning.
A guide you are
To the secret of me.
Thank you – I touch your feet.
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