THE MORNING POEM
Last night the rain spoke to me.
THE MORNING POEM
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Last night the rain spoke to me.
When I speak of Love, I don’t mean sentiment or preference. I’m pointing to the quiet, radiant presence at the heart of all things — the living intelligence that holds and moves through us.
This episode explores a deep, unanchored grief that surfaces without clear cause.
May the light of a thousand candles guide your path.
May God be a quiet flame in your heart