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contains some of my present and past poetry. |
| Healing The clock on the wall ticks on digitally forward. On the wings of hope faith firm in my pulse and every heartbeat I live on walking on these new paths of undiscovered joy. He has a miraculous way releasing us from the sad shackles of sickness and sorrow, from the prison of inability, inaction. His healing power touches our lives, enlivens the limbs, empowers the nerves, nourishes the body, returns the gift of health and harmony. Lines: 17 |