Wednesday, 2 August 2017
THIS IS A LOVE SONG
How good it is
To hear a loved one
Call me »my beloved«.
Knowing, it has nothing
To do with possession.
How good if is
To feel the freedom
Within these words,
Without fearing
It will be taken away.
How good it is
To still be me
While being yours
At the same time.
How good it is
To feel belonging
Without clinging.
To sense home
In this holy space.
Like a portable temple
We carry with us
Everywhere we go.
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