There is hope in the air.
I feel it. I feel the pulse of it
throbbing just below the
surface of my worry and
weariness.
Its presence overcomes the voices,
fills the empty spaces now drained
of energy. The elixir of new life.
The absolute embodiment of the
Absolute.
Receive the bread. Lift the chalice.
Become what you taste.
Be who you are.
There is hope in the air!
Do you feel it?
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Comments1
Oh yes I feel the hope and your words confirm that hope.
Andy
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