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the Tale of Miss Blessed Faith poem
I stood alone reaching for you
out in the elements, covered in dew
keeping company with Mercy and Grace
trying real hard with a smile on my face
"no" loomed and lurked but i shook it off
"nay" whispered loudly as i'd reach and scoff
i'd smile everyday in great expectation
of the touch that could bring the grand elevation
a touch i feel that fills my soul
a tingle so deep there is no more hold
to what was or what is or whatever will be
to be in this moment is to truly be free
i'm released and i knew that this day would surely come
this journey of determination is well worth the sum!
Excellent!
A most beautiful witness to faith!
Starward