You Are The Love

Poem By Bryan Altendorf

You are the love you seek to find
An open heart will cease to wait
Surrender brings a peace divine
Let God guide you through the gate

Wake up now and end the dream
See the source before it branched
Into ten thousand creeks and streams
Where certainty gives way to change

Attack, retreat, deny, and defend
We project our guilt to ease the pain
And compare to prove we’re better than
But another’s loss is not our gain

Forgive, forget, for freedom finds
All those that leave past pain behind
Be here, be now, be still, and be kind
Allow your heart to free your mind

You are the love you seek to find…..

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