Listening to falling rain,
Reflecting upon goodness,
Do you call me good?
Can I be good?
Divine whispers echo
In my soul….
You are good,
All is good,
Etched with possibilities,
Yet too often
Veiled in fear filled excuses
That mask our callings…
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You are good,
I hear the truth rumbling
From the depths,
Bouncing from the hill-tops,
Whispering on the breeze….
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You are good….
Never call anything
I have called clean,
Called good,
By any other name….
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You are good…