I am the trodden one, with light in my eyes.
My stature is unassuming; my flesh a disguise.
I toss my seeds to all who can hear,
treading along with the lowly ones,
casting my Spirits' stare.
In your eyes I feel a burden so great.
A troubled spirit, in despairs' wake.
Overflowing my will for you of perfect love,
why do you run from me, oh my Beloved?
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Missed you...did you have a good holiday?
~L~
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You’re back and what words.
When you let us witness the petals and the thorns of your devotion, I feel honored that you have trusted us with the vision, but not as much as I feel to know someone who is not afraid to let himself feel every thorn and petal without refrain.
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When you are ready give us the condensed and edited version of your trip..*softly laughs* even Saints are allowed their privacy oui?
**For there are those who were created both in heaven and earth
who were not even granted the choice**
(Nods head understanding those last two lines that seem to sum up the piece)
I am so glad you are back! Give Allan lots of attention, he was sooo lonely without you.
I Love you,
Cassy.
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