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The story, as the
journey, begins
here at this point with me.
In secret ways, the voice of the
One speaks variedly.
People, events, artists all,
become the One revealing
Spirit's way.
My place in this story,
one of many seeking
the way.
Deeds, what was done,
what was never done,
create my journey's route.
Will I find You alongside?
Will I be alone on the path?
Who will say the words of truth
that I may come to know myself.
Loving One, beating heart within me,
Flowing mysterious in silence
and in volume
Joined together in bonds
of presence and caring.
The story becomes my story.
The journey remains mine.
Faithful One, teacher of fidelity
So sure and firm in steadiness
Linked in threads of
attachment
To all those in turn
linked with me.
Never abandoning,
never forgetting the writing
Of your name upon the flesh
of one's heart.
What name has been chosen?
What captures this covenant
between You and I?
What name do you call me?
What name reflects to you,
who I am?
Loving Father, Compassionate Mother,
Struggling Child, Maturing Adult.
These are the parts of the story
that need recall to memory.
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