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There's a place in the desert that turns into a high mountain forest.
I know that I am a descendant from the writer's passion of King David.

In this forest there is a glade, and there is even a small stream of 
sparkling water.  Its current flows into a larger lake somewhere 
down below.  Away from the noise; here the calm heals my mind.

The voice of God tells us to be kind and to find eternal treasures
on the inside. Dreams of love and true abundance will manifest
to us on the outside from the tender care that is taken today.

There is rough terrain that I must cross to get to this place
of lush beauty.  But the perils and the struggles of that journey is
well worth the time it takes to arrive at my destination... still this
place remains unmarred by evil man's ill and greedy schemes.

I wonder are you yet slaves of this world's master? we who know, 
live in this world but are not of this world... we who are enlightened
serve only one Master - our Heavenly Creator.



S.E. Clark

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