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On a chilly Sunday morning In a land she didn’t belong She walked along an English street To a place of Holy Song She sat in this sacred dwelling Three sisters by her side United together Since their mother died By no means was she religious Still unsure in what she believed The four sisters sat in stillness As they silently grieved The church was modest and quaint Rows of aged solid oak pews Glorious stained glass windows Where the morning sun came peeking through. As she wept for her mother In Gods peaceful home She was engulfed by a powerful emotion One entirely unknown It was feeling of absolute tranquility A joy so pure and whole Of comfort and abundance That radiated to her soul An uplifting spiritual entity She didn’t quite understand A warm loving embrace From gentle guiding hands

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Date: 9/16/2021 11:36:00 AM
Hello Deb, she was beginning to feel peaceful.She felt the embrace. Darlenex
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Date: 9/16/2021 9:51:00 AM
Your words speak to the reality of this time, beautiful, real. Thank you.
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Date: 9/17/2021 12:45:00 AM
No Thankyou Robert! That is such a nice comment…I do appreciate it. Debx