Today I’m thankful for nature
And how spiritual in her presence I can be….
Whenever I feel her wind in my hair
her sun on my face
and her rain washing over me
every drop of rain
every ounce of pain
a gold coin of faith
invested in
the
spiritualness of mankind
if
we walk by faith
while
He
is
working behind the scene
seen and unseen
Sun is high I cast no shadow
for few brief moments I am pure.
My soul enters Eden’s meadow
where once stood my progenitor.
A sinless psyche reveling
in a pre-transgression garden
thoroughly chaste is my being.
But now a penumbra widens
and a darkness within me grows
my pure essence is repossessed
replaced with subjective sorrow;
spiritualness dispossessed
by a shadow of damnation
and light my only salvation.
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