But when the One returns to all things, even the pebbles sparkle
When all things return to the One, even gold loses its value.
But when the One returns to all things, even the pebbles sparkle.
Within my being lives a silent power,
A firm, sound frame of wise and compassionate strength.
How often do I deny this gift,
This blessing from my Source?
Perhaps as the outward power of the sun recedes
in winter,
I will learn to own the strength within.