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end of time
Cradled in the gentle, swaying breezes of heaven
there's no reason to languish, loathe, complain
to even the smallest degree; we breathe and we
experience peace and serenity in easy dreams
and abundantly: it simply needs to be noticed and
once aware of our destiny as a child of reverence,
God's ever protective grace boundlessly manifests
in our little lives, perpetuating till the end of time.
I think your poem is
I think your poem is theologically astute, and plumbs a lot of depth in just a few lines.
Starward
From what others who've had
From what others who've had out of body experiences and what I read, your
description seems very accurate. Thank you.
Out of body within
It's interesting how you mention "out of body experiences"
because the Divine is as much within as as it is hovering too.
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