There is this pause, this space, this breath hold, there is this phase,
When I pause, and you see and you pause and I see;
there is this longing for a beginning,
when ending is closing in;
there is trampling of hopes, dreams and an eternity,
when the wind blows and caresses the hair;
the earth smells of loving care,
when the sun rises and shines in the eyes;
as if waking up that long dead one inside,
the moon when looks over from the sky;
the mind lights up with wisdom in the night,
when celestial bodies talk to your soul;
As if whispering "Lo and Behold",
When Darkness closes in, but shines brightly like a lit up tree;
even the Night sings Memories of the Holy Spirit,
"Who am I" says the voice when everything is quiet;
"You are the chosen one" I hear it right!
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