It's just a scrap of paper. It's nothing.
It's just a mix of tree pulp made into paperWrapped around more paper
torn and then crumpled up in my hand
It's nothing. But on it is a reminder
Nothing but a still small voice
to remind you
Who you are and whose you are
Read it; for a moment remember
Close your eyes
Breathe in deeply a couple times
Imagine yourself wrapped in the One
The force of Love that is woven throughout creation
and is wound around your DNA
creating the amazing color,
the brilliant fragrance
the generous heart that is you
Remember who you are
The Great One whispers
You are mine and you are enough!
Amen.
©2008 Julie A. Bonde
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