Made by moi elsewhere
Maybe ... just maybe,
my night terrors
would go away
if God kissed me
goodnite, each nite,
before I went to sleep.
Maybe ... just maybe,
my fear and fright
would melt away.
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.
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