Love is in the Eye of the Beholder
By Myra Lochner
I was sitting in the garden, Master, all alone accompanied by my pain and a drizzle of rain my heart felt cold as stone when a nameless bird (forgive me my ignorance ... Your command was for us to reign) suddenly called out your wellknown Name: Blinded by sorrow I looked up barely seeing this brilliant shine reflected in his eye: But then I became aware of the swift evaporation of the Lie ... I am not alone: Oh how I love Thee, Lord! I saw pure Love reflected in his eye You touched this solitaire called heart turned stone to flesh … (stone chat, was the bird ... the little one with the reddish breast ...) myra Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 08:43 PM PST, Myra Lochner 9 • 8 • 5
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