The Wooing Poem by Walterrean Salley
The Wooing
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I heard a voice (mild and sweet)
Ringing in my ear.
Invitingly it called to me—
Wooing ever near.
I followed cautiously
Into a chamber where
On a throne, magnificent,
Sat One so bright and fair.
And there was there—before the throne—
A spot reserved for me;
I took my place and humbly knelt.
My spirit was made free.
*From: Living Waters. 2009.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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4/26/2024 3:46:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
ah, finding the goddess in you...and your rightful place....wonderful!