A HEALING TOUCH |
by Gail Gupton
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| A Healing Touch is not a warm
blanket tucked by someone across your chest today. A Healing Touch is not a hand that reaches out and wipes the tear away. A Healing Touch is not a kind word that melts the anger and the fear. A Healing Touch is the invisible rush of love within, the still small Voice that whispers, "I Am Here". |
| WHENCE COMETH THE LIGHT? |
by Gail Gupton |
| A spark long ago flashed and took me away from earthly things. Unaware, yet changed I was. A flicker down within my being birthed itself and a warm glow smiled, Urging me to feel its love. Light so bright, unable to contain itself, forced its radiancy through my very pores, Out into the open earth for others to see. In new understanding, I stepped back and saw God shining. |
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