Foraged for love as a child-
Like treasured bits of rare candy
love came to me.
At age twelve, as
though standing alone at a precipice-
a world of hate pressing from behind-
no where to go-
I reached for the tabernacle in my church
where the living bread of Christ dwells.
Though frightened at my nerve yet, desperate,
I wrapped my arms around.
In a moment I found myself enveloped
in white conscientiousness
The Holy Spirit winged me over my despair
to a reality above and beyond.
I felt the sacred upper chambers of my heart
as new wisdom flowed within.
I discovered the root of all love
is not of this world.
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