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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We were anointed, becoming one with stained glass. We delivered ourself. Resonating bible verses with solid ground. An infinite shiver in the form of chill bumps across slender arms. We prayed away anything that wasn't of you. The Genesis of new beginnings The arch of open books laid across our laps, we prayed. We prayed hard. Enclosed were the whispers of closed eyes. Remaining humble through hard times. The times we remembered you were there, I loved her before I knew you, most highest of the high discovering that heaven wasn't as far as it seemed. An ethereal experience. The mysterious way that you work. We prayed hard, forgetting the things that took place around us. Deciphering verse after verse. The Exodus of whom we were resolved in complete Revelation. Finding jewels in the form of scripture. We placed them around our necks, around our finger. The seal of a promise. Finding that vanity too has it's price, through the good. Through the bad. We found calm in the place of a great storm. Hands clasped together in faith. We found peace in the alter of tightly pressed hands. The precious lines of fingers and palms fitting the groove of one another. Filling the gaps of deep woven grooves. Flourishing the branch of arms, entwining. Discovering the fruit of silence. With hands like soil our legs like roots. No matter the wind Heaven only knows
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