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Letter Eight

Eyes are not the means to see You.
Ears are not the means to hear You.
Hearts are enough to feel Your presence.
Hearts feel Your presence everywhere.
The lambs run on the emerald plains.
The Son of God, You are there.
The bees fly to the hills over the plant stems.
The vivid blossoms fascinate them.
The Son of God, You are there.
The busy streets are in motion like their own trams.
The Son of God, You are there.
As I say, eyes are not the means to see You everywhere.
Ears are not the means to hear Your steps.
Hearts feel You, hearts see and hear you, the Son of God.
Your Father created the world.
Sorry, my letter is a bit short.
However, you read each unwritten word.
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