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waking at 3 am

waking at 3:00 AM: peeking through the frozen window i touch the tumultuous privacy of artic chill centering myself in God’s presence i yield to the perfect whole – growing aware of my true identity and although it is frigidly cold i am the beauty of a summer rose as my desk chair grows sacred in thought and as a part of God. it is still dark and stars abide singing mystical hymns synergistically blending with my Divine ideas from below that stream through the cosmos spreading soft Light while the fruitful moon lovingly lights frozen deep blue sky. my internal song creates golden pleasure.

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Date: 1/31/2021 6:44:00 AM
Nice poem Rick. Well done :)
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