...sweet spirit
It began as a whisper
A gentle calling in my ear
A breeze crossed my face and then
I was surrounded
Caught up in an all consuming
Delicate whirling
Pure essence of pleasurable serenity
And then
Quiet
Yet
A knowing
An inner dwelling place
Once empty
Now filled beyond measure
-bendy
THE WIND BLOWS WHERE IT PLEASES. YOU HEAR
THE SOUND, BUT YOU CANNOT TELL WHERE IT
COMES FROM OR WHERE IT IS GOING."
( JOHN 3:8 *NIV )
posted by Bendy at 9:43 AM
1 Comments:
...oh my...smooth as philadelphia cream cheese sitting on the counter for 2 hours; thats some creamy prose Bendy. In fact, its Bendylicious!!!!
So whats sparked all that sugar and spice?
11:44 AM
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