Beloved, come to me, I pray.
I do not care how or when,
in what form, what shape,
in what spirit you come to me,
but come. I long for you.
I am not whole without you.
See, the place here in my heart
for you alone I hold and wait.
Oh, come, do come, and stay.
So the Holy One
cries out to you:
Beleoved, come.
So the Holy One
cries out to you:
Beleoved, come.
Steve Garaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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