Run, as fast as you can


little child


into the hills of sanctuary


onto the grass covered plains


where I will show you


that in your desperate cries to me


I have always been there for you.


You had to go through this and I found you strong


and worthy



of of my love.


When I shaped the valleys


and mountains,


I thought of you,


while I was giving water its essence and spirit


you were making me smile.............


So run little one into my

threshhold

and cry upon me,

for I have watched and cried with you

in your attempts to escape.

And as your wounds bled

you ran

so fast to those places which are

not here,

I was taking care to help

you.

Your strength

made my angels cry

and the willows weep.

The rivers mourned for you while

the wind sang its songs of courage

and

all of the earth grieved.

So, run, my precious child

through my chiseled Valleys

onto the driest deserts

and

I will watch over you

and give you water

from my rivers of time,

when I first loved you

oh child of

forever.

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