Could it be when we walk slowly in the dark 

That we have reached the end of our joiurney

When there is no more sand 

No more new words to hear just another way

When there is but surrender as the senses are so estranged...... their yearning is but an abanished desire-

Oh lent has taken me into a desert but I have crusified nothing -i am too weak- lord I pray for mercy- not sacrifice- for I pray in love, thru love and with love oh beloved in me...‎

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Could it be where the beach stops and both moonlight can disappear and sunrise awaken in the same moment that

One can fall to their knees and say

It is always this way

     What more is there

     Why is there anything but this

     What is needed the wind is blowing in as love

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"Song of solomon "hr brought me to his banqueting house, and his banner over me was love"

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