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Apr 17
“Why can’t I feel it, Lord?”
He leans back in my chest,
A sigh, a tilt of the head,
The firelight gentle as it
Glazes the side of His face.
“Are you looking for My love,
   Or a feeling you already know?”
His love is unlike anything we have ever known. It is something this earth cannot provide.
Written by
Sia Harms
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