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A bell rings,

the music begins,

and so too the mystery.

Sound on sound

builds the song,

and you are there,

filling me with love.

Harmonies,

oh my Love, 

they trace a path through me,

then draw me away,

far away from concerns

and toward the present Moment,

spiraling higher, farther,

until I can just apprehend

the soft shores of that homeland
to which I will return
when this work is done.

In the present Moment,

I think not on our home, 

but on how good it is

to be filled with your light,

with your love.

So filled,

I cannot but pour myself out,

an evermore song to honor Thee.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen