A Word
A Word
I tell you true,
I take a breath,
and it comes.
The Spirit of God.
The word...
It is Glory!
It is hard to write a dream down.
It is harder to write a memory,
you wish would never leave,
and yet it fades.
It is easier to write bad things,
that often will never go away,
on their own.
So we must choose...
our words...
carefully,
a measured response
to the outside influences.
Instead, we should embrace
the reality of music... flowers, and dance.
Angels at every glance,
before us,
behind us,
above us...
caring us to heaven,
somewhere among the clouds,
a place we are yet to see,
but it is meant
to be.
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