I look toward the light;
not of summer
or the dawn.
I walk toward the light;
not of evenings
or of noon.
I fly toward the light,
light everlasting
comes from me.
I’m united with the light
as one eternal,
as one free.
16 Tuesday Apr 2013
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Your poems have a wonderful tide of spiritual love woven in to them, Dennis. They are a joy to read. 🙂
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Hi Angela,
I am spiritual, but not religious. Each morning, on the bus to work, I read books dealing with spiritual love. Presently, I’m re-reading, for the third time, “Compassion” by Christina Feldman. With each chapter I find suggestions that enrich my life and give me a positive perspective.
Cheers,
Dennis
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