Spirit leads us,
reluctant, through
valleys of mirrors.
Waves of shadows,
shone away by bursts
of light,
rise and fall...
As patterns repeat
again and again,
till masks are dropped
one by one.
Naked, meek, willing,
the cup finally empty,
gentle drops of peace
cloth us in new Life,
And we remember
who we Are.
Blessings
John
~Teach Only Love~