Embalmed in every funeral mass, through sounding trumpets, life's lessons of meaningful encouragement gracefully remind, and still, I sit naked and wonder~ is there more?…..
Through heartfelt tears; some guilt-ridden, expressions bleed down stained glass windows, cut of faithful prayer and quietly~ universal bondage unravels for an hour, and half-clothed, I wonder~ is there more?
After pauses of enlightenment, my soulful center opens up to revelations, and with serene and hopeful anticipation, I believe that Heaven awaits me.
Ezekiel 16 I made you grow like a plant of the field. You grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. Your breasts were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and bare.
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