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I compose and post these articles with only one desire in my heart: to praise God and to offer modest help on your spiritual journey.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Pilgram Souls

Uttering Christ that split the air like sharp knives,
birds open their wings to fly South, toward sunny, warm lands.
Rusting leaves have whispered to them in secret that frost,
 cold winter will soon arrive freezing young loves.
Uttering heart wrenching cries,
Souls open their wings in the dark night to fly toward far horizons,
To search for unending light, unending warmth.
"Who knows?" Some say, they may only find death!"
yet it is men's lot to look for god's hidden, mirroring face.

Like rain drops falling in oceans, on earth, they find union, peace, rest.

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