

SequesteredHead uplifted, arms outstretched Clear eyes survey the tired land Twisted vines, gnarled thorns Dark clouds and silent screams Yet can these groping hands Extinguish his quiet light? Even the blind man can see The lantern of his dreams Is the mire too deep? Have your feet sunk in? Hiding in the dark, have you forgotten the light? The world of dark and cold Covered with dead brush Take the lantern, pour out some dreams Death slowly becomes lifeSequestered
Knees pulled tightly into chest Head bowed and arms limp Beloved, must you hide? &
thanks for the
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"I will call those who were not my people 'my people', and her who was not beloved 'Beloved'."
Because YOU are His Beloved...
♥ Beloved Child
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I'm hyper. Expect anything.
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I'm hyper. Expect anything.
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