The climate of love

In the provision of unconditional love, perfection is still a a dillusional vision.
In the midst of collusion, often seclusion is thought of as a conclusion.

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Monument of Grace

Before the beginning of time, you preordained unmerited favour for me.
You had only but one purpose, to eternally set me free.

The soul’s dark night

With every flaming tear drop I reprimand myself for not preparing for the obvious eventuality. Had the ludicrous idea of immortality closed off the curtain on practicality?

MaFlo

Lamenting at the shore side as I gazed at the sailing ship. Broken, trying to comprehend the reality that to a land of no return was the trip.

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