COMING HOME

By Gerald Hershenson

This morning I spread my wings and heard the voice of God. It was in the dew of a new dawn that bristled in a new born light. Love is Coming Home to me.

From the depths of my feelings, I sensed the essence of His Being. I felt that Kind Knowing and received the adulation of angels. Love is Coming Home to me.

I tasted the nectar of His Eternity. His Gentle Hand touched me and I knew the rhythm of my soul. Love is Coming Home to me.

Tears from His Kindly Eye water the wings of my consciousness. My heart sang in His Ecstasy. Love is Coming Home to me.

I flew in the flutter of the wind of His Butterfly. I discovered the bounty of my own joy. Love is Coming Home to me.

The heavy veil was lifted and I entered the reality of a fairytale. There was nothing but golden sunshine in friendly fields. Love is Coming Home to me.

I danced in joy glowing and fancy free. My heart burst open,for Love had touched me. Love is Coming Home to me.

I could smell the perfume of Her Exquisite Body. I could see the compassion in Her Eyes. Love is Coming Home to me.

I could sense Her Beauty close to me. She created magic in my inner realm. I live in wonder, and I live in peace. Love is Coming Home to me.

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