The Words We Pen
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We pick up the pen,
in a mood of zen,
melding with the flow,
of bliss beats mellow.
With love as God’s gift,
in currents adrift,
we softly emote
hymns that angels wrote.
Words thus not our own,
by grace inwards blown,
crystallise in shape,
that leaves us agape.
13-June-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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