Wandering here with the Beloved

The love of the Master Sri Harold Klemp

There is more beauty

Than one’s heart supposes

Wandering here with the Beloved

In the morning, with the dew on the roses.

The smell of the swathing and harvest of crops

Has the heart full of gratitude

It is so full it almost stops.

The animals are gathering while so full of mirth

The bountiful harvest of beloved Mother Earth.

The laughter of children

The stories of the elders as they sit shelling peas

Provide me with a melody

As I fill the cupboards and freezer with gifts….

Oh, the bountiful harvest gives one’s spirit a lift

As love wafts on the breeze.

My beloved is coming soon home from his visit

His long walk-about has taught him of the Creator’s great love

Of the love within himself, of the love from above.

Oh this bountiful harvest makes lift worth the living….

I have Joy enough to spread around…

It will be used for the forward giving.

There is more beauty

Than one’s heart supposes

Wandering here with the Beloved

In the morning, with the dew on the roses.

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