The Purge

I stretched my hands skyward To let the mighty rushing wind Swirl around my calice fingertips, To let the pure amperage of the spirit Course through my veins To the innermost core of my soul. The purging now begins. All the noise, corruption, and daily assault on my being, Is internally being sifted from within Until im washed clean and released. Tears flow like a river down my naked body, Until they carry the waste of me to an ocean of forgetfulness. Renewed i give thanks to my creator for what hes done for me And now once again set free I take the next step in my journey Wherever his spirit shall lead.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/10/2014 10:53:00 PM

Carl, glad you are getting rid of some of the waste in feelings. Moving forward is a big step. Something, I found recently. Always, your friend. Looking forward, in hearing from you again. ~Linda

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/10/2014 10:49:00 PM

Hi Carl, nice to hear from you again... Yes, I was worried! HAPPPY! Linda

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/10/2014 2:57:00 PM

- Carl, nice to see you again! - Thank you for this beautiful gem - really beautiful - good luck with your "next step in my journey" - Bless you on the "journey of life" - oxox // Anne-Lise :)