Do you think God touches me
When I sleep, when I'm alone.
Would he whisper to me
and brush my hair back
Away from my eyes, my cheek
So I could see better, truth
And I would feel him all around
Embracing me with what is real
Enveloping my soul
Then my heart would know
My eyes are closed and yet I see.
--Diva
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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