THE VOICE IN THE MEADOWS

Hayeema Pigat Jidwaaq's picture

I lay in the meadow... looking above... when I hear this voice say "I am here precious dove"...

Bliss came to my spirit, my soul embraced... I had to have that voice... just one little taste.

So I got up and started walking, and I heard it again... it spoke "don't fear me precious dove, for I am your friend"

So I started to run, my pace heightened with a purpose to know... who owned that voice that gave me that glow.

Then I heard it again... much clearer now... I had to get to that voice, some way, some how...

So I started to run faster... and what did I find... that friend of mine... was my love of all time...

As I approached slowly, blinded by perfection... I knew this voice was my guardian... my protection...

And when I finally met face to face with this voice... I could do nothing but nod,...then I knelt and gave praise...

You wouldn't believe it... it was GOD!

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