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I am not feeling poetic. There is not a touch of relief coursing through my veins. However, I am calling to peace. It helps me. It is my guide. Whenever I am lost, when my way is cloudy, I look to it. Logically, I look to God & peace is obtained. I have bubbled up recently. It is safe here. No harm can come my way, but I will not stay here long. It is not healthy for me to do so.

The bigger picture is minuscule. I cannot see it. Where did it go? We are comparing lives, loves, and lost souls… which is greater? Who has more value?

And, it is degrading.

The abyss.

BREATHE.

I do not want to die unhappy with my country. I do not want to die unhappy with this world. In the midst of funk and turmoil, I am calling to peace.

It always answers.

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I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •https://acorneredgurl.com

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