In the still of the night

When all is quiet, I hear the rhythm of my heart

Beating softly, unearthing ancestral connections

It is in this moment I hear my guardian angel

Whisper words that enriches my heart and soul

In the still of the night

I see my loved ones that crossed over

It’s in these moments I feel their presence

Night oh night continue to be the bridge of the now and the ancestral world


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