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September 2009 
calling me home
Posted on Dec 3rd, 2007
by 
mary
mary
sometimes i see what is
and sometimes i see what isn't
rarely do i see the truth
but i can billow wide the net
of rainbow-light fibers
and illuminate the void
and that feels like love to me
a glowing luminescence, like gravity
making me matter, and
calling me home
and sometimes i see what isn't
rarely do i see the truth
but i can billow wide the net
of rainbow-light fibers
and illuminate the void
and that feels like love to me
a glowing luminescence, like gravity
making me matter, and
calling me home
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This is beautiful, Mary. I keep coming back to read it– something I rarely have the patience or the peace of mind to do. Your writing has a gentle calmness to it that radiates out to the reader. A true gift, wrought well. Thank you.
your words are music to my heart, Amanda. Thank you!