Contest : So Spake Simple Simon
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Date : June 12, 2026
Line of inquiry: “We look at spirit not at form Our touch is gentle, kind and warm We but reflect God’s love and light ‘Tis the path to which we conform” The self-whirling storm blows in the wilderness of the deserted lives. Unaware of the niche of bliss nestling in my heart, I fail to discover the oasis of the gentle ambiance, not until in the debris of the wrecked lives I touch their spirit with gentle caress of kindness. I travel unshackled out of the despair dungeon through the consciousness layers, perceive in the soul the flush of divine beacon, illumining the corridor to the abode of bliss. The door of the inner sanctum then opens, where the lotus blooms with heavenly sheen. The soul shines with astral radiance of deep space with the flaring brilliance of God’s light of love. The reservoir of generous humane feelings I empty from the cornucopia of my soul with the grace of God, assuage the pain of those hurt under the fallen sky, convey His eternal blessings of sanguine solace to kindle hope in the dark abyss of anguished hearts
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