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Jul 2016
There was a Moment
When the Purest Love
Claimed Me
It Was Joy
I had Seen Him
In a Vision
So True
Its Surprised Me
All of It
Until He came Around
and Reached thru
Tangled Webs
of Light
Again and Again
Love's Invitation
Thru Time and Space
Invisible Impossible

All I had to Do
Was Give My Hand
And
All IΒ Β Knew to Give
Were My Words
I Am Grateful For That Love. It was the Mission. It Is the Mission
Aphrodite, not Apollo.
KathleenAMaloney
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KathleenAMaloney  Prayer
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