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Precious Moments

When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart All great moments before my eyes dart The good and bad ones I lived through The sweet and sour moments, quite a few. Life can’t always be a smooth ride through time. Sometimes it is raucous but can also sweetly rhyme. Don’t know which memories in mind will forever be ingrained Nor what precious moments through life are gained. In the winding course of life, sometimes we feel blest. And some moments stand out more than the rest. One such moment was the time I knew God’s love. When into great serenity and peace, me, He drove. Gently I tip toed into a cloistered chapel through the rear entrance. The serenity there was so overwhelming that I fell into a trance. There was nothing of grandeur to arrest the eyes, save a crucifix. It was hung on the bare wall made of unplastered red bricks. As I stood with hands folded, nothing did I see, But a gentle whisper I heard, filling me with a rare glee. A riot of colors and gorgeous spires soon emerged, Legions of angels sweetly sang and my soul was purged. Seraphs lined up with bugles in hand as I stood at Heaven’s gate. Don’t know how long I got lost in that blissful state. I felt a slice of paradise unveiled before me; a sight never beheld. A rare peace filled me and my heart in sheer joy swelled. Pleasant was the sensation that replenished the soul. Deep it was and deeper than ever, filling me whole. Sucked to the fill, the peace and quietude that exuded. Lay afloat in the joy that welled, from all pain felt secluded. It was a feel too deep, more appealing than all the riches, I felt instantly liberated from all bondages and glitches. Trapping that celestial feel and wrapped in heavenly grace, I stepped out with a vow that my wicked ways I shall renounce. The light He gave me that day never fails to lead. His mercy supplies me with all that I need. With Him, how safe and secure I feel inside. He is now recognized as my life’s greatest guide!

Copyright © Valsa George

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