Chapter One
On a walk today my Creator called,
Called to me on my breath, opaque in air.
I swear that God had answered me that day,
Conversed with me, the One with free will.
Cycle restarted, I tread the path
Once more, to create as the Creator.
Ideas began to grow in my mind's womb,
Nestled and nourished by the One Love.
My poetry took flight and soared amongst
The clouds, dipping its wings in ponds and grass,
Living in others' hearts and moving them.
How strange that we created, now create
Some more with loving hearts, how we relate.
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