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Rusty voice on the Subway stairs Disturbing morning contemplation: “Do you believe in God!?” - Forcing me to wear suite filter On my imagination. Don't stop right there - I'm telling myself. Don't stop. “Do you trust God?” - On the higher level of meditation In my mind. How brave and strong You must be to Totally accept? To believe my Angel Protector The shield is here... I'm just a freshman On my Way. I'm just at the gate of The Golden Seeds University. Mysterious Unmanifested Welcome by The Morning sun rays Warms me great. New Hope in my heart Again arising. Maybe that's next step In the classroom The Great and Difficult Art of Acceptance? Just Don't stop right there. Please, Don't stop... * * * Isaiah 55: 8-11 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, Neither are your ways my ways, Declares the Lord.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Don't stop right there
Rusty voice on the Subway stairs Disturbing morning contemplation: “Do you believe in God!?” - Forcing me to wear suite filter On my imagination. Don't stop right there - I'm telling myself. Don't stop. “Do you trust God?” - On the higher level of meditation In my mind. How brave and strong You must be to Totally accept? To believe my Angel Protector The shield is here... I'm just a freshman On my Way. I'm just at the gate of The Golden Seeds University. Mysterious Unmanifested Welcome by The Morning sun rays Warms me great. New Hope in my heart Again arising. Maybe that's next step In the classroom The Great and Difficult Art of Acceptance? Just Don't stop right there. Please, Don't stop... * * * Isaiah 55: 8-11 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, Neither are your ways my ways, Declares the Lord.
leonard-gorski
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
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