Inner Freedom

I float on soft errant breezes

Among strato nimbus confections

My eyes blissfully, trustingly closed

Soaking up pure pleasures.



Hot syrupy sun pours o'er me

Rendering me surprisingly sweet

Though not naturally so by Nature

Yet thus am I transformed.



It is such a heady feeling

To trust entirely. To have no doubts.

I am free, at last liberated.

I go where God guides me.



I float on soft errant breezes

Among strato nimbus confections

My eyes blissfully, trustingly closed

Soaking up pure pleasures.

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