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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

A Language Poem

My Heart’s Own Language 

The only things which come easily to me are
      things I do not desire,
except, maybe, tasty comfort food.
      Now there’s a legacy to love.
In matters of Spirit, words get in my way, 
     feelings being the language of my soul.
Be brave! No limits! Yes, you can!
     Yes, yes, when the time is right.
 For now, I”ll live within the Grace of a single day.

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