Hope

 

Hope

 

By Teak Kilmer

June 9, 2011

 

 

 Tell me about God, Julian

Tell me about God

Escort me into that Garden

wherein his face is every bloom

Her laughter every scented breeze

 

Tell me about God, Julian

Tell me about God

I surrender to your knowing

until I too know how to know

and give my all to Love

 

Tell me now about God, Julian

Tell me now

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