Mes Hirondelles
July 19, 2019, 11:22
Mes hirondelles so sweet, so quick,
how mighty turn their rondoes,
so full of strength, perfection, grace
and speed in fine tornadoes!…
Mes hirondelles are strange today,
month of July is ending…
August comes soon, and they’ll be gone:
what do they want me telling?
So close they fly above my head,
the big ones, tiny, smallest,
in perfect harmony they dance,
in sweet their joy, the strongest…
What is the message they convey?
What are they celebrating?
Why are they greeting me this morn
with such low, marv’lous circling?
It is the Wave. The Wave of LOVE
from Father’s Divine Glowing!
Sweet messengers, mes hirondelles,
to Earth they whistle blowing!
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