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  • I awake to the Sounds of the wind,
    Even they are calling Your name,
    The mountains echo Your soul,
    Surrounding me with Your beauty.
    The birds sing Your sweet song,
    The loving nature of Your being.
    I breathe You in the fresh pine air
    Under the bark of wilderness
    The smell of moist earth,
    And a feeling washes over me,
    That remains still undefined
    By the contours of language
    No thoughts grasping
    It’s shape and design.
    And I wait, my dear heart,
    To envelop You and be renewed.
    A return of myself to me,
    Long lost and bewildered
    Dusty paths and hard rocks
    A resting place, my dear Heart,
    Stay a while. Be Renewed.
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