Threads of Peace

A Poem

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Mid-morning prayers uttered under the cover of darkness

Words fall away as your presence pours over my weary soul.

Swept up in your Majesty I submit to your call.

The cares and craziness of life, race to bow before your Holy throne

As perfect peace takes hold and pulls me ashore once again.

An Open Letter to My Mother

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