Divine in Time, The Beginning
I would sit by the Pond on a Log, with the Mist and the Fog. In the Early Mornings, before any Human Activity, Admiring the Beauty. Through my Tears, in this Ancient Redwood Forest, Forgiving all my Fears. I did this many times, until one morning. The Beauty was so Strong I cried for so Long. A little bird landed right next to me, it was singing, it had no fear of me, the Truth it was Bringing. Through my eyes I could finally see The Beauty in the Earth is the Beauty in me.
Kimberly Ann Stefanac
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