Raising Myself
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
And there is that beautiful orange moment when my heart glows
A cloud passes and I speak out words
To stop the words as they come as my clouds and block the moments the tiniest perfect time moments of no time whose words mean nothing-
Here the clenched glory sitting in the
praise singing holy holy holy....
Amen
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