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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Take a moment, think— If there's a place we came from, mustn't there be a place we're going to? A river with a source must have a mouth to truly be a river— else, it’s a lake. So too, a life that has a start must also find its end to rightly be called a life. But surely, something must dwell in life for it to truly be life at all— and that thing must be drawn from it for life to no longer be life. That essence–our souls… is what gives us the likeness of God: a mirror reflecting the world—and ourselves. An incandescent breath, blowing in the wind without quenching, guiding us on a path: from heaven, and back to heaven— a city of holiness... of natural beauty, abundance, and harmony~ the real Garden of Eden. Heaven— the place where God lives as a sculptor, to sculpt our souls in His likeness, to mould the bodies of men, birds, beasts, phantoms and the smallest unseen... into delicate beings— who think and unthink, who love and unlove, lives, dies and are forgotten or remembered. A place lost on radar but real in space~ where angels fly with wings and sing as spirits... waiting to be assigned by our beck and call. A place where meals mean not a great deal for survival, A place whose realness is true, but can only be felt–not fully seen— until our souls return back home. But it exists.
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