Note: This reflection is dedicated to my mom, Elizabeth Dorothea Sorensen, in this, her 97th year of life.
Twilight fills the sky in delicate etchings of trees reaching towards her opalescent hues. This in
How keen my senses are to the colding air, sounds quieting and the feeling sacred. It is like this when we encounter anothers soul with a listening heart. A small space opens where walls crumble and you can really see; at least for a moment.
Peace
By -Hamza El Din
The world shines about me,
luminous as the moon, smiling like a rose,
and a sweet benediction
flows through everything existing.
How beautiful life is.
I
marvel at people who are not in love with life.
I
marvel at people who are not in love with life.
You, my girl, are beautiful,
and your beauty,
like the beautiful thought
of peace,
of peace,
belongs to the eternity.
Detest war and destruction.
When you go to the riverbank,
and the sun sets in the evening,
the waters of the river will
be rippling softly,
be rippling softly,
and from a distance, in the
twilight, you will see white sails.
twilight, you will see white sails.
A song of the boatman will
come from there.
come from there.
'Today no suffering, no suffering.'
The world shines about me,
luminous as the moon,
smiling like a rose.
Contributed by Liz Sorensen Wessel
Watercoler By ~liz
Journal of Sacred Work 
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