SPIRITUALITY, WRITING

Flowers in Her Hair

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Her feet were bare, flowers adorned her hair.

Kissed by the sun & the soft touch of sweet summer rain, she stepped out of her black velvet cloak to dance sky clad in fields of green and crops of gold.

Gaiaโ€™s child chanted Her words of power, with a heart flowing with gratitude for the bounty of the land and the gift of life,ย for the Great Mother had showed her the secrets, wonder and beauty of the Earth.

A canticle of praise flowed from her lips to God in His heavens above.The Father’s benediction spread across skies of blue and fell upon her and all his holy creation below and those who follow ancient paths and the ways of old. โœจBlessed Beโœจ

As Above, So Below.

 

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