the White Stone - Page 131



the White Stone
page 131
This heart of union,
the one that I suspected was always there,
is the chalice that I am holding in my hands.
Yes! Right now!
I will drink deep
this nectar of restoration.
Maybe once I was growing old
tired of all this crazy world,
but now the spring of youth has reclaimed me
and I will run fast and wild
across the wide and open plains
to where the rivers are fresh with glory
and there will be no pain.
I will sit at the feet of the Lord of all goodness
whose Name I know to be True,
and I will be at peace.

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