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Transcend

Stop once and look.
Get thee down and touch.
Find life.
Feel the pulse and be healed.
She longs for her lost children.
Remember and return.
Taste her breath and swallow.
Nourish thyself.
Breathe deep.
Catch the scent of innocense untainted
And find truth.

Here is your God. Pay heed.
Her whisper is meant for you.

Posted:Wednesday, September 4, 2002