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April 21st – 27th, 2025

am. They Are Not Gone

They are not gone,
my tenderest little baby,
though it may seem differently
to you.

The journey
for all my dear lambs
goes on,
though it twists
and turns,
moving beyond
your present understanding.

Fear not,
my darling little baby,
for you will come to see
all them you love,
and more, too,
as your journey
unfolds.

There is
so much
I want to show you, ›

so much
I want you to see,
and we will,
as we rest
in the peace
that comes
from patience.

Let the glory
of the goodness
I have given you
overwhelm you,
and know
that it o’erwhelms
them you see not
much, much more.

Infinity opens
from idea
to visceral experience
as we progress,
joining with them
we never before knew,
laughing
and playing
at the overwhelming beauty
of every thing.

Hold my hand,
precious one,
as we journey
into realms
of goodness
you are not now able
to imagine,
let go of your fear,
let it fall away,

and open
your heart
and mind
to what I have
in store for you.

Hold my hand,
and you will find that
all them
you love
are rejoicing
now
and forever.

This Weekly Study-text is one of a cycle of forty-one poems which comprise the book Messages From The Eternal: a book of poetry by d. g. watts © 2021

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