Enthral
With a great heavy weight
Like an elephant breast
Placed upon my chest, hurting breaths
I enter my sanctuary....rest
The weightiness began
To lift: morning sounds call
Me into world of beauty
Then sight and sound enthral
The beautiful Bluebird
Sitting in the tall Oak
Enjoyed just looking at his blue coat
The dampness covered, soaked
As the Spirit wrapped me
In his warm snug arms, love
Overtook me, all life's problems
Gone, flew way with the Dove
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