in the footless halls of air
all became clear
though mist and fog
muddled the slog
a streaking star at once illuminated
the half light and albeit brief
gave towards sight
of everlasting relief
with cupped hands and strained neck
each stroke furthered distance from the wreck
darkness given way to grey
such must be the way
onward upward onward
tumbling over thin crisp air
departure from all despair
vertigo lost in the sanctity of time
punching through into
the brilliance of the Divine
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That was chaotic and surreal but I was not lost. Heaven is like that..
Best Regards, Paul Matthews 914-803-2797 3indians@gmail.com
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Love This! So glad that you are back at it, we missed you!
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Love it!!
Although the first time I read it I was befuddled. But I just re-read it and it is so filled with hope!!
XOXOXOX Patricia
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