The Time Remaining

Words fall onto my heart with a softness that soothes.

Meaning wrapped in love finds the barren place. 

Whispers of understanding like wind gently caressing my face. 

Worth beyond gold was always at the center, shining brightly in the Universe of my creation. 

Questing has always been to return to the sacred place. 

Divinely formed with purpose from the very beginning. 

Light of powerful wisdom flowing  from crown to sole. 

Never alone on this quest for healing.

Shaking off the grime of others' choices. 

Remembering the power of the Word stand in the sacred place. 

Claim the treasures of worth and purpose. 

Trust in my choice to be here at this Time. 

Center purpose, love, wisdom, trust on the quest that will take me Home. 

Words fall onto my heart with a softness that soothes.