The Constant Song

I give you the world as a mirror of your heart.
See in it what you will: The straight
or the crooked, the mountain or the valley,
fullness, or that which is barren, the sunlight
or the clouds. I give it all to you,
and beneath it, I sing my constant song.
Be at peace, child. You are known,
in all your moods and choosings,
and all that you are is loved.

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