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Open Door

by Sabra

My truth comes courting

At my door

Bearing a bouquet

Of flowering essence

It knocks

And I come running

My heart pounding

With anticipation

As I fling open the door.

When Will I See God?

by Beth Andre

When and where will I see God?

With my eyes closed in meditation?

In the dance?

In the whirl?

In service at RW Ranch?

In the quiet away from the world?

Approaching these hallowed gifts with openness

One day I shall

But I'm also learning the alive possibility

Awaits in the electric exchange

Between friends

Or the depth between lovers

To understand and come to terms

As well as the solitude

Shared sometimes with a stranger

Michael has spoken of God being

At the deepest core of this life

I am beginning to understand.