Douglas J. Newsom

Toward the Lord






Ah, bliss, Lord!

The sounds, soothing me!

An elegance is heard on the winds...burr, pushh,

wisssh'ing me an easy peace.

I am transported!

A distant radiant sun, shinning out no matter the weather,

the day.

I am the light, the burr,

riddled with ego,

but flying into a holy state of grace.

One moment!

One feeling!

One expression!

Just one state away!

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