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Post by simpledip on Nov 29, 2018 10:16:17 GMT -6
Watching her counting rosary beads in a rhythm of contemplation I felt I need
a bunch of empty minutes to contemplate the sky,
to let the sounds of the birds and the smells of nature
wash over me. A quiet pause
to be who I am, to just breathe,
one breath at a time. - Dip
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 29, 2018 20:28:48 GMT -6
Dip, from rosary bead counting to your own contemplation this took me to a quiet place in my heart where God resides. I have always loved your poetry and this exemplifies your spirit filled verse.
John
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 4:29:54 GMT -6
To just be.
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Post by lostineternity99 on Nov 30, 2018 5:33:18 GMT -6
"to contemplate the sky,
to let the sounds of the birds
and the smells of nature
wash over me. "
This speaks to my soul very deeply, Dip ... a most inspiring poem. |
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
