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Written in June, 2025

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Lost pieces of my soul flow downstream, on rivers where I once swam amid the pearls of peace bleeding from shadows carved into the stones, hallucinations swelling on the sandcastle shores, where I resort to paddling like a dog swimming upstream, singing of mysteries who live amid the silent trees listen to the gurgle of the waters, melting into yesterday with smooth, still colors bruising the sinuous glow of an afterthought, a moment dew kissed by the sun falling quietly among the fish who linger in the clear, cool fluid, curving across the night and restoring the moon, the stars with a reflection of how it feels to be fluent in unending grace, surging over the quiet stories and the night fades, misty eyed and pulsating, rhythms rising amid the heavy ache a teardrop falls and I know what it means to remember that day left behind, in a place where only my heart can travel and feel the unlikely dusk, risking ghostlike prayers who speak, inaudibly of a moment before the river knew the sea before the night knew the grief before the wind knew my wings In silence, I see the river, who grieves for the moments blessed by sweet peace, moments, I now see were prayers with wings, praising the One who gave to me the river’s gentle flow, the moon’s soft glow, the wonders that I know wrote poetry between the lines of my soul’s streams, the rush of euphoria that came from the embrace of the river’s whoosh, the water’s caress the rustle of faint feelings flowing amid the epiphanies walking in the eternal where I’ll forever be a part of God’s creativity, a music that plays so sweet, it quiets the lonely in me, replaces the lost with three – the hope, faith and love that I believe – I found in the Son who died for me, the ONE who walked on water and took the pain from me! I will forever be grateful for the love that made me free, the love that is every soul’s dream the love that sings so sweet, the love that He poured into me when He forgave me and saved me, lifting the weight that would have drowned me. Now I rest in the quiet peace that comes from knowing the joy of His love!

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