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WHAT IF

WHAT IF

   
                                              What if heaven is a place that fits as all
                                              And takes us attached by the same string
                                              Carried by the same wind?
                                              What if there is not one heaven
                                              But nine heavens that call us all?
                                              To which one we are taken
                                              Does not matter, not at all!
                                              We are threads of the same fabric
                                              And seeds of the same pod
                                              Spread over the same field,
                                              No matter what is your colour,
                                              No matter who is your god.         
                                             

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sparrowsong

Holy Spirit is a Key?

Thank you for sharing...

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Neville

I was very keen to see where you are coming from B .. and having trawled back here, I was not disappointed.

I love the message you have woven so well into this, the first poem you posted here on Cosmo .. With much respect, write on Bernadete ..

Neville 

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