Lots handed out, or so it seems.
Making the best, letting it go.
Sojourners weathered… worn, but blessed.

Persevering Hope and Great Love,
No doom nor great gloom can upend
The temple within The Temple.

Released into pockets of space
Throughout the passages of time,
All of creation, born sacred.

Water and Spirit flowing free
By the earnest beat of One Heart,
Bringing Light, bringing Life, to all.

Be still and know that I am God. – Psalm 46