Seattle and This Morning’s Smoke

Early morning light 

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p style=”font-family:"”>Rising from California

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p style=”font-family:"”>Though I resist

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I Dreamt Of Falling

Dreamt of falling
Into a pool of cool water
Falling slowly
Gently, safely
God wants me to know
That I must trust him
To guide me to where
He wants me to go
Develop trust
That his plan
Is what will
Make me the
Best me
I could ever be
Words echoing
Spirits speaking
I’m unaware if
These words
Have any meaning
Outside of my mind
But the sacredness
Which surrounds me
Speaks to me

Awake Too Early

My relentless mind 

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p style=”font-family:"”>Dreaming of dreaming 

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p style=”font-family:"”>The machinery of my mind 

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Sunday Morning, June 3, 2018

Now I’m awake 

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p style=”font-family:"”>The cool air 

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