My Soul is Serene
Praise God!
My notebook becomes sacred the moment I begin filling up its pages with mystical words emanating from my soul. I hear the word two, then I write the word lovers. Next, I hear the word death and I write the word doorway. My soul comes out of the dark and into focus as a tree, as a babbling brook, but also as a spider, to keep me a bit uneasy. My soul is exactly who I really am. So my soul is serene, ever reminding me everything is precisely as it should be.
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