The White Horse Runs Free
Let us ride together, my love.
A joyous day.
The white horse runs free.
Its garlands
Are for us
We ride to a flowering meadow.
Onto the blanket of roses,
We step.
Bees and butterflies guide our way.
A hummingbird
Lights on your hand, outstretched.
A Sacred heart healing.
Mary Magdalena and
Bottisatva Quan Yin,
They are around us.
The air is a soft pink magenta rose.
We lie on the rose petals.
We rest.
Heaven is here
In our hearts.
We live inside.
Inside
Outside
All are one.
We are safe.
We are love.
We are divine.
Written today:
18 September 2017
Darlene Michelle McPeek
Copyright September 2017
All Rights Reserved.
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