Divine Mystery
...comes special delivery.
I had a plan for this poem, along with some wise words which seemed to have come from another dimension right into the thin air I am breathing. But that poem was not to be, supplanted by this one existing more in the milieu of a day starting too early, already fraught with worry. What could it be which sets in motion such negative thoughts? Now I hear a whisper urging me to go with the flow, and to receive divine mystery as the very first delivery of my waking day.
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