Pentecost

Dead and gone are the aspirations of self a new career selfish desires a life of control Born anew into a life of service and care-giving to my God my...

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Angel of fire

``` Angel of fire, wings of light Visit me in my dreams tonight Tell me of love and burning desire Caress my lips, set me on fire

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Beauty.

In the eye of the beholder? Maybe. Not? Well...? For sure, are my wants. Love, beauty - I behold. You? Oh! Matters to me, what you think. Love me? Love,...

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Rust

The cold hard rain dripped down my face, erasing the warmth   only remembrance remained. So used to the shielding when heat returned   unnoticed and without all the same. Then brightness...

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