Psalm 16

Between lost and becoming

I cannot escape

The thin veil

Of abandoned emotions

Where every path discovers hidden glens

And takes me deeper

Through drifts of rain

Sweeping streams

Corridors of dandelions

Into a field of abundance.

Let me lie


Nearly dissolved

In the golden fields of grace.


Please feel free to leave any comment you want, you might agree, you might disagree, you might just be curious and I will try to get back with an helpful reply. Be Blessed.

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