The Little Things
Like the way, the wind brushes my nostrils... The tiny things, like the way insect legs itch my skin pours..... Oh, the huge things, like the way the planet spins so vast and fast, that my feet can't stay afloat for long..... Yet, the pure things, like how my lord keeps my flying on high beats despite every terrible thing that surrounds. I love existence, more than resistance... I love life, more than time... I love faith, more than sight!!! I will stand by my lord, forevermore. Thank you. You are so, utterly good to me... I have not the words, that could express this sensation, deep within my soul. I will settle with "I love you, God."
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