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THROUGHOUT THE FULLNESS OF THE DAY I QUESTION YOUR GOODNESS. THE WORDS AND WAYS OF MAN EASILY PERSUADE ME, NEARLY SWAY MY EVER WANDERING HEART.
WITH MY EYES I SEE THE EVIDENCE OF YOUR EXISTENCE, YET WITH MY HEART I SEE NOR HEAR ANYTHING...IT IS JUST AN ORGAN WHICH IS FIT TO PUMP BLOOD.
IN THESE WAKEFUL MOMENTS I HAVE ELEVATED MYSELF ABOVE THEE, FORGETTING ALL YOUR MAGNIFICENT WAYS.
YET, AT THE DARKEST HOUR OF THE NIGHT, ASSURANCE TAKES HOLD OF ME.
I FEEL DEEP DOWN IN THE TRENCHES OF MY BEING A HEART
I NEVER KNEW I HAD
ONE WITH YOUR FINGERPRINTS INSIDE.
AND I CAN FEEL YOU MOVE IN ME.
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Your adventure is unique, mind-blowing, and spectacular, yet your insights and thoughts are profound in their universality. What a rich environment to hear/see/feel reality and then to be able to process and record them in such an artful, penetrating, and imaginative way. You are gifted, special, and loved. Smoke one for me. Love, Tina (and Monkey)
ReplyDeleteWords and ways of man easily persuade...a heart designed for so much more. This entry slayed me.
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