“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn it felt as though we were in form reborn nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred our head and heart, with love concurred”--Unseeking Seeker
Into a warm, welcoming family born a child so blessed now wanders forlorn imbued with divine love's transmutation a lost object of his world's lamentation for a soul so pure no quarter is given to rage and revenge it is often driven in a land of wrath is tempest torn and tossed by the demons are found, by the angels are lost However, such divine emanation never subsides through grace the pure constant spirit abides though despite humanity's harsh vicious roar we shall approach the warm, welcoming shore
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