“Light speaks first in a whisper, it does not scream.”
Edges blur, then soften,
light plays across the lake, like a fine tuned harp.
Truth reveals itself without demand,
its presence felt, while anticipating its conversation.
No hurry in its revealing,
no fear in what is found,
the heart learns to awaken,
to peace singing brilliant sounds.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the whisper of light will touch places that once hid in shade.
SONSHINE FOR YOU 
Yet another profound and beautiful poem. I am certainly impressed.
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Well thank you my friend I appreciate that input. I just finished writing up until Nov 1… and Oct 31 has a VERY special surprise.
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That sounds great. I am looking forward to it.
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🙏🙏
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I love that sunrise picture, Kerri. I often think about how fortunate you are to have such incredible scenery surrounding you.
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We reallllly realllly do … I love it here!!!
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