HOLY ODOR

 The emptiness within me

Is me, missing my own presence

while I am off on this endless

 wild goose chase for wholeness.

 God is apparent.

Time and again

holy flowers bloom 

around and within me.

I close my eyes,

I smell the fragrance 

of my own

divinity.

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I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.

           I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU

In the quiet darkness just before dawn

before even birds begin singing,

all that can be heard

is the silent prayer of longing

to be lifted close enough

to God’s mouth to clearly hear

what he is always saying,

“I love you, I love you, I love you”.