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Oh, Child
Oh, Child,
How you hold your form.
Soul of infant stars
Ready to go nova.
Bud of tree
Rooting in familiar soil
Infusing wisdom.
Hatchling of hope,
Fledging of wing,
Seeking flight to All.
Leaf, spring green,
Uncurling for air
With perfect fingers.
Pure soul,
Chaste stream,
How you feed life,
How you inspire love.
May you breathe in Light.
May you be Light.
Copyright© 2017/11/12 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
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What an incredibly beautiful poem! You have a soothing voice too grogeous soul. Sharon
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Thank you for your kind words, Sharon.
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