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Jan 2011
On a pondering Morning,   watching the Sun Rise,   I see off in the Distance a Twirling Fog bank !    It was the calmest of Mornings,   So what TWISTS the fog ?   Even the sound of Footprints being Quickly made,  I could hear Running across  the Misty Glade .   An Echo of Light seemed to follow the Pace,   As well as did the turning of the Fog .    What,  Pray Tell,  Could I be Privy too on this New Morning ?    The Foot path beats seemed to be coming closer,   But still Unseen because of the Clouded Steps.   I CRIED OUT  "Is someone there?"   and again "Is someone there?"   NOT a reply except the approaching sounds and sights !    As if Music to my ears,   a Melody emitted from the scene,   Coming closer each second.   I Realized that Anticipation and Peace of Mind were Overwhelming me !    NO fear or apprehension crossed my mind,   Just a lifting of my Spirits,   as not but a few feet away,  ALL Three were nearly to me !    The Footpath Sounds,  The Twisting mist,  The melody of Calling....    Then,  What seemed like 7  Minutes of a Total Earth Quiet Time !   Out from the Mist Stepped a Glistening  Golden,  Shimmering in Velvet,  Raven Haired to HER Waist..Loveliest of Women ever to be Seen !  As she began to speak,  it was as if  each word became forever imprinted in my Mind !   She Proclaimed in a voice so Gentle and Concise that she was Sent,,  Sent,  SO I might See,   What a Gift from GOD  Looks Like,  "MY GILDED MUSE".   Tears filling my eyes as Her indwelling within me BECAME COMPLETE.......
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