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A mother gently kisses her sleeping child
tiny whisper kisses embrace soothe comfort uplift
God breathes his grace into our lives
cradles our hearts cushions our souls

In our humanness
Our eyes minds thoughts and hopes
meet dance parry and agree

There is no end as there was no beginning
only a continuum
that carries has carried will carry
pain love fun confusion play and sorrow

We are
in the moment in our memories in our dreams
we become
the whisper kisses of God

kim smith 2003