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Today I must, just be. Unconcerned with pull of plot, who I am, who I'm not. I must, just be. Inattentive to tick and tock, of calls, computers, constant clock. Must, just be. Oblivious to being bright and bold, only barefooted and bare-souled. Just be. Present in pause with pregnant heart, is how I cease, how I start. Be. |
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Lord, could you kindly calm my caffeinated, hurried heart? It's pulsing in the back of my neck! And pushing me on this holy trek! Could you, Lord, could you kindly ... un-brew my brain? Decaffeinate my soul? |