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Divine Magnetism
The night doesn’t have a forever hold,
We’re not subservient to the embrace of shadows,
Light is not perpetually cloaked from our windows,
There’s an emancipation towards redemption.
Something pulls us to a higher plane,
There’s a vacuum in us longing to be filled,
They’re cracks in us desiring to be healed,
We’re in constant search of the extraterrestrial.
There’s a call from the deep,
There’s a spiritual gathering,
Hearts that are victims of weathering,
Souls seeking celestial grace.
There’s a pilgrimage towards an eternal door,
Something gnaws at our erring hearts,
We’re not self-driven carts,
The Divine summons our awakening souls.
May 14, 2024.
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Thompson Emate
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