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Knocking On The Doorway Of Eternity I’m a mystic out and out. I never shout it out, But I’m a little ‘high’ right now (the morning coffee works – and how!) Simple prayers, requests and hope, A little child-like – a puppy. Yet coming by small feedbacks in small ways; Minutes, hours or days - It can’t be just coincidence. It could be basic innocence. In any case, Face flushed with happiness - Muted or giggly. No great gesture, Just a cherished jest ‘Tween the divine and me. A mystic always knocking on the entrance To eternity. Knocking On The Doorway To Eternity 4.2.2018 To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Knocking On The Doorway Of Eternity
Knocking On The Doorway Of Eternity I’m a mystic out and out. I never shout it out, But I’m a little ‘high’ right now (the morning coffee works – and how!) Simple prayers, requests and hope, A little child-like – a puppy. Yet coming by small feedbacks in small ways; Minutes, hours or days - It can’t be just coincidence. It could be basic innocence. In any case, Face flushed with happiness - Muted or giggly. No great gesture, Just a cherished jest ‘Tween the divine and me. A mystic always knocking on the entrance To eternity. Knocking On The Doorway To Eternity 4.2.2018 To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
To those who feel/are the same and those who just enjoy a good poem.
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arlene-corwin
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
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