Somehow the Spirit
takes on flesh and bone
Somehow by ourselves
we are not alone
Somehow being smaller
is how we are grown
as within us we find
what’s above
Somehow the winter
releases the spring
Somehow in Silence
our hearts boldly sing
Somehow the best
we can have is No Thing
Leaving room for the
Treasure of Love.
~Cheryl Anne
Brigid's Hearth 
Brilliant! This poem is so sweet! It made me feel happy to read it. ❤
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