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FREEDOM TO LOVE How much time is there to explore one small realm in the globes of our minds? How little we notice what pierces our thoughts with our vision held hostage and blind. How soon we notice the tick of the clock that informs us our lives are in play. How late we linger in childhood dreams while we sculpt our tethers in clay. How long must regret hold us bound by our past to take ransom our honor and pride? How short is the time we have to amend and to grieve and release what we hide? How far must we reach out to others in pain to extinguish their anguish with love? How close can we be for a stranger to feel blessed pleasure and joy from above? How often we’re caught in our own little worlds and disregard the time to believe. How seldom we pray for our lives to inspire someone else who needs a reprieve. How tiny we are compared to our Host; A grain of sand or a moment in time. How great we could be if we weren’t what we are, Self-centered instead of sublime.
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