Found

Everything
is pointing
toward release . . .
letting
the divine
find us
arriving
at last
in the long awaited
moment
we thought
was horizon
but is right here
always.
We lie down tired
on scorched earth
and find ourselves enfolded
in the tender touch
of angel wings
and love,
to rest at last
as we are meant
to rest
and awaken
in a gentle field
of tulips
and sunlight
tending
our hearts,
and everything
is joy.

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