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I called, a whisper of a hope, weak but oh so full of hope

        You answered, mirroring my heart’s greatest yearning chained by foolish defiance

“Girl you are already a shinning star hanging in the heavens of His universe

no need to prove your brilliance,

because each night your flicker of hesitant light beckons your sister’s

kindred spirit across the oceans”

          You said, your fog and confusion are mine in reverse

          You said, the only veil obscuring your bright orb is your childish

                         wish for a path of easy surrender

          You said, sistah I am challenging you to step up to the plate and lay down

                         your fork of resistance

          You said, there can never be a “true” you without a burning away of the insistent self

                         and the embracing of the melted self crying:

      “here am i”, “here am i”, use me mould me to

                Your making, not mine

I say sistah, I love you from a place so deep and full

because in you I see a reflection of “His” face in His creation and

an image of my spiritual self

Yes, I read between the lines

where the light of your beauty shone on the challenge you laid before my feet

From here in out, for every one step I take, I know that you will take a partnering step

leading us both on this liberating path of service “vying for His love”,

and finding our own self love along the way

And so the conversation between our spirits continues….

Part III to be continued by you….

Your sistah, Debbie Kirton, 11 June 2005, Barbados