What were the odds... Fate found me at the crossroads of my choices...taking the chance... it was hard to choose...i didn't want to lose...but i chose to take the chance...my dance with destiny was overdue...in the twighlight of the moon...till the sun peaked over the hill...feeling the divine Sunshine of God's Will being fulfilled...i let go of me and held on to him...and died that night...so my life could begin...
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God's Will(wrestling/dancing with God)
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mlowe5 says: Profound!. Such is the beautiful "liberation" from shackling choices...when we realize that it is God's will that should "drive" us, and not our own will. Thanks for sharing the inspirational write. Peace and Love, M. Lowe. |
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lasi_gi says: What a depiction of man realising that we are candles in the wind. Thanks for sharing Wise_Notion. |
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