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QUERULOUS SOUL

What is the reason for thoughts coming to mind; most if which foment the feeling of being left behind on an island of bewilderment,longing for the extrinsic things in life that leave the heart to beseech God in such a humble manner as to:are these the facets that my soul needs to thrive? Is it so true that all sustaining here is purely conceived to die? Dear Lord what is the true meaning of all this packing and tucking of good deeds and loving into a vessel that is ill-equipped to fly. One can only catechize oneself as to:will all of this be recognized? And so we imbibe the doctrine of blind faith while roaming the land blind to beliefs because of all that is advertized. We expand the soul,stretching it for a love to embrace the aura of that which is serene and warm,pure to the soul's force within the moment it dilates to become as one with all that once thrived;clinging to its mass within the unaware waiting of God's final breath to drift an aglutinated force into the abyss of eternity and perhaps arriving to the halidom where universes and time coalesce to elapse.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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