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Comment 1 of 46, added on December 27th, 2008 at 11:23 PM.
There lives within all of us the spirit of Revisitation, who takes us back
to beloved memories and times as well as injuries and tears shed. She
invites us to recreate and reinvent what was, for whatever the reason may
be- whether we need to heal from pain, or find hope and peace within
ourselves, or to commune silently with those we hold dear to us. What she
offers us is out of the Love which is God, Who created us from the depths
of the complexity of His Mind and Heart.
Closer than the air we breathe she is, and in spite of her divine bearing
"as one in manner born to tread the forests of fair Paradise" to lead us
closer to God, she lovingly takes our hand and walks with us in this "dark
memory's wood" of our mortal life. Reaching into
"yesterday's deep dream" where we may have had to pause for our respite,
she does so, "with bowed head"- realizing the frailty of our human heart
and mind. Lifting us up to walk with her she sends Heavenward our prayers
that we may hold our memories as God Himself holds us in the silent
perfection of His Memory; we hold to our Guardian and love her tender care
of us. Her "unbound hair" flows around us and holds us lovingly. This work
holds dear meaning to me because I know this angel's touch, and presence. I
merely thought I was alone. Hers is the dance of the snowflakes that fall
from the greyest of skies, the touch of the wind that rustles the tallgrass
of the prairie. She comes to me as Mother, sister, dearest love and friend,
personified as Woman. She is the snowflake- no two are alike, even as the
tracings of the thoughts of my heart are not alike. This is why she is
called Intuition sometimes. She knows her child as only she may, and I am
Michael Falconer from United States
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