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The whisper of Love has caught me. I am floating in these thoughts that take me into a state of calm where descriptions are not available. 

For how is the mind 

to tell the heart what has more worth? 

Is not the mind what must be renewed 

as the soul finds its heart 

enraptured by heaven's bliss. 

I am taken by Love's embrace and what happens next is the treasure of being here. For where it goes, I follow. When finding I am distracted, I let myself release the promises of its gift. This gift of Love has fallen upon earth's souls for the purpose of its own place. It is a sound where hearing is without failure of its life intended. It is a full feeling with a trace of enormous song which began far before I felt it; and yet, I am in it always. 

The turn of my head, the acceptance of a moment, the work of living in His Love weighs into the atmosphere with favor from the Father of all who shock His Heart to be shattered into millions and millions of pieces where sights and sounds live out the beauty of Love. 

The sunsets are the brilliance of the sunrise speaking another day has been created to enjoy and be enjoyed. 

I am a created being of divine

I have lived many years in His Hands

I cry Holy because He is

I give from what I have gotten

I live in want and desires

He Loves through the mystery of giving.