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I walk amid the blessed beauty of

a believer's wind

the ecstasy of my giving

lies in state

life gurgles on

in her own rippling affect

we are troublesome waters

returning to peaceful lakes

disturbing movements

bisecting through

altered states

of being and

entreating

receiving

then receding

the flesh

fights for

and then adamantly against

the wants of the soul

man is an enigma

all unto himself

a creature of many habits

housing

a far greater light

that his darkness external

can not extinguish

nor expel

beauty in our every grace

but consistently soiled by

the sin of the world

and its God who often must

remind us to wash our foul

bodies

with the cleanliness of our spirit

or be denied

the joy that is our one true home

stop a moment

take a breath

and just imagine the joy

that awaits us

returning home again

unspoiled and daring

and into the very being of a Father

who gave us our very own eternal flame

right now we remain

mere closets describing meadows.........

( written Jan 11, 2007 645am)