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135. Hiding Place

     There is none. I am wherever I am. Connected within and without. The words remind me of a song written by a friend.  When I sing it, children love it and ask me to sing it again. I’d like to share it with you.  It was written by Carolyn McDade and I don’t think has a title.

     If I had the wings of a dove

     Wings that would take me where I want to go

     I’d fly to the utmost

     Way out into space

     No, no, no, no, no

     There is no hiding place.

      That’s all I was going to share with you; then a poem happened the night before last in the middle of the night.

Crisp waiting

   Chrysalis forming

    Lines appearing

Attempting oneness

 Challenging darkness

   Rules broken

Sleep intercepts

    Words restore

         Wholeness

              Whispering

Handshake held inside

     Fledgling awakens

        I am a writer

Whispering words

     Listener

         Lover

             Left out of much.

So, it tells me aspects of me have been hiding and now taking their place.  Thank you.

                                                        March 14, 2016

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