Sunday, January 4, 2015

poem

Gods grace
Is upon me as. I breathe the
Breath of knowing
Peace reigns as I become the light
atop a hill, this penbthouse
And can not be hidden....

Emerge, spirit, I receive like a chersher cat and I give like the mountains and
the volcano. I stand steady in u  and. I explode

May all goodness spark life-

Amen

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