Those that formed the circle - come from, divergent
lives
Within sacred space
- subject to Spirit’s, deep, all knowing, knives
Peel back the mask - through which, wounded ego, self
survives
Behold then, the light - as one by one - God-centered
Self arrives
Came from many different backgrounds – were strangers at
the start
Discovered a common dialect – called the language of the
heart
Spirit in our midst – found its mark, as though a guided
dart
Group energy, we, then weaved – a tapestry, of human art
One would really needs to be there - the experience so,
unique
The secrets that unfold for each-reveals their own personal,
mystique
Lock on the heart will open when - the voice, the truth,
does speak
An act of grace, then at your feet - will lay the
answers - that you seek
I truly feel that I’ve been blessed – that I was led to,
this connection
Each in their own way – a place in my heart, and
newfound, affection
I sincerely hope upon the path – there’ll be many an intersection
Where again I’ll meet, with those - that ushered in – Divine
Love’s, Resurrection
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