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Sandals Removed

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries. -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning The more time I share with you I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore. Insatiable thirst to drink from your living pools of water. Bathed in your furnace fires in this latter time. Let me not be the one to pluck blackberries from the bushes, But a small flame joined in your blazing fires. I am in awe to stunned to move from your presence. So close, I can feel a wind called Jehovah wrapped around me. I remove my sandals on this earthly ground. Knowing I am standing in your presence, the true essence of Holy Ground. I have seen and witnessed your Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation. This poem is featured at Sword n Light with music and art feel free to visit.

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Date: 3/28/2016 9:21:00 PM
Peggy, you've expressed yourself well, I like the last line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Love ~LINDA~
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