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Apr 2020
Child of my spirit, why do you cry?
My arms will enfold you as you tell me why.
Share all your dreams, your hopes and your fears,
As my love is the tissue to dry all your tears.

Child of my spirit, it’s time to heal.
Know that you’re loved and that love is real.
Let go of the doubts that you’ve carried since birth,
And know that you’re precious as gold in your worth.

Child of my spirit, it’s time to shine.
Open your heart and all will be fine.
Trust that your path is steady and true
And know The Divine will always love you.

© Victor Fuhrman
Just channeled this poem to soothe our inner children who may be struggling at this time.
Victor Fuhrman
Written by
Victor Fuhrman  67/M/New York City
(67/M/New York City)   
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     Fawn, touka and Harshit Nangia
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