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My heart has learned the ways of love
it communicates with things that are far beyond
what ear can hear, or mind can know about the
mystery of God’s Love for those who suffer.
My heart listens both to raindrops and tears
as they fall. It hears the unspoken cry
of the dispossessed who live outside the walls
in cardboard tent set up over sidewalk vents.
Hidden away from the soiled laundry of human
neglect, my heart billows-up like fresh-washed linens
on the line, and I listen to the Song of Praise
that Nature sings in harmony with the Cosmic Song.
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