When you stand on verge of understanding,
all the passion never cast aside,
as you open page of website landing,
with the hope to soothe your burning mind..
all the spirit longing for perfection
keeps regret as everlasting trait,
all the time now striving for salvation
in the midst of burdensome strange maze...
and the hopeful day of revelation
bringing purpose, wisdom ever more
is reflected as the resurrection
that is blended with the secret lore...
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Author:
cellinic (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2025 03:40
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A poem that is spiritually bound and wrapped in a ribbon of faith. Well written
A nicely written written piece comforted in there faith
A beautiful state of being in beautiful lines 🙏🏻🕊
BRAVO
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