The call 

Soft,
sublime, flutter
of wings
brings you back to me.
Total darkness was here,
now the light,
opening the caves of yesterday.
Opening which the dreams
of the pure are kept.
Purity of thought, of mind,
of purpose.
I reach in and sample the love.
The beginnings and beginnings
and
open hearts, mended,
never
to close again.
Worshiped for a moment
but loved for all time


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© Copyright 2005 Keith Vander Wees