Evening Mist Rising After a Rainy Day
How still the quiet of God. How silent the Mind that Knows.
In silence I listen to my Source. I hear God's Heartbeat, the rhythm of Life.
I remember without words the truth of what I am.
I weep with gratitude and joy. And so it is.
In silence I listen to my Source. I hear God's Heartbeat, the rhythm of Life.
I remember without words the truth of what I am.
I weep with gratitude and joy. And so it is.
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