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I Saw the Universe
I can see the cerulean blue of the skies Or the indigo of the night I can see the stars wink, the grin of the moon During the changes of it's monthly face ** I am in awe ** I see the sun on it's annual trek Alternately awakening the life in the earth And then fading away to allow it to sleep Until the next spring ** I am told the Universe is "out there" Beyond those stars, moon and sun, Yet the power of what I can see Is a fathoming beyond my comprehension ** I am in awe ** "Out there" no time, no seasons pass No sense of age, hatred or loss exist Only the infinity 0f the Universe ** What IS "out there"? What IS the Universe that has no end? What IS the power that creates all this? I want to see it too ** And then I remember..... ** I saw it once, this gift of glimpse In the eyes of a granddaughter five minutes old As I held her to my heart and gazed Into the depths of eternal wisdom and love ** It was but a moment Before the bonds of her earthly body Began to pull her To her purpose of this lifetime ** But from that instant I knew The Universe is everywhere Love exists Each one of us carries The Universe in our soul ** It is not "out there, but "in here" And can be glimpsed in the Eyes of a newly born child As she shares the messsage she brings of Universal Love. ** I am in awe ******** Lynn Moore is a Life Coach specializing in personal empowerment. Her Life Purpose is: "To lead people to discover their true value." As she wears the hats of woman, wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, aunt, sister and Life Coach (among many other "headdresses"), she provides "Heavenly Hugs or a Toe to the Tush inspiring you to create change." You can access much more information/inspiration by visiting her Angel in Army Boots website at http://www.CoachAngelBoots.com
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