I am filled with the universe descending upon me
AM I dancing with the vast infinite nature of creation or
A burgeoning, blossoming of a beautiful Earth?
WOMAN thinks, prays and meditates her breathing
IN the mystery of newborn stars and changing moons
LOVE is the perfume of life saturated in mercies
WITH angels who watch our comings and goings
THE great Creator is vigilant and keeps his counsel
SETTING the prophets among humankind to teach truth
STARS witness as women raise their hands in praise!
Helen Crutchett
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