POETRY LANDSCAPE

Love comes to us in pure affection.
In darkest nights of thought,
When all else may have failed,
It comes to us with tenderness,
When seemingly we're undeserving,
And asks, "Are you sure that's what you want?"

It's so assuring, it turns us
In humility to trust in it again,
In what we knew is true.
And it's as if the heavens open!
We're loved in ways past knowing.

Our hand in Love's hand, we start again.
Listening more earnestly,
Our Father-Mother shares with us once more
The love we've always had,
The love that never forsakes us.

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