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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 9, 2007 1:41:59 GMT -5
THE WALK
I walked slowly Silently soaking in The serene solitude Of a sequestered garden, When a series of strange impressions Pierced into the deepest depths Of my consciousness And startled me.
I stood still In agitated hesitation, Poised to beat a speedy retreat, When all at once I became aware Of the strangest sense of freedom Overwhelming me.
An elevating sense of exhilaration, An ecstatic exuberance of feeling, A vibrant mood of exultation, Accompanied by the sweetest liberation Advanced ambitiously Into the precincts Of my enlivened heart.
It was a rapturous touch From the Divine. My soul revelled In its new-found ecstasy And I stood upright, Winner of the field.
(C) MIRIAM JACOB
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