Make room for me
Make room for me Who am I? the warm south wind carries a thin mist across the beach the skies is a mix of many clouds it is easy to get lost in the beauty I do. "who am I?" What am i?" I search to sense the answer of my beckoning I feel it , I loose it feel it "make room for me and you will see me where I have always been." I great it with gratitude thank IT for the beauty of the beach I sense closer "who am I?" I listen for the sounds of the waves. A line from a course in miracles comes to me "God speaks to me throughout the day" From that which i sensed spoke "I AM you" I am you