 THE GIFT
I struggle everyday with this gift that God has given. The wonders of words and sight He showed, Why He chooses me, I do not know.
It�s in your presence that I see, Visions involving you, the child and me. In the darkness shines a light to guide the way and lend us sight.
We are reflections you, the child and I Of mirrored images brought from the sky. We share a oneness, you, the child and me. All longing to be separate and free.
We are the same but different still Empty but completely filled. I wonder why we've never met but feel connected to each other yet. The mirror images that we see are of you, the child, and me Copyright (c)2000 Cathy Daugherty
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