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Jan 2017
A
Small soft hand took hold of mine (adult).
This, to my eternal gratitude, has happened
Manifold times throughout My life.
This time
Was
Different, more of a connection...
I
Would call it
DIVINE!

When I looked down at the little one's clutch...
It was
My own
Infant hand in mine.

Circle complete.

I am ready
For
The
Infinite... Always was since my inception...
I do not look up to anyone! Similarly, I do not look down on anybody! We are all equal! Remember that!
Tom Blake
Written by
Tom Blake  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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