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Stirrings (Free verse) by dougsoderstrom

A welling-up from deep within, My soul, Something that I do not understand, Not a thought, Nor even a feeling, Perhaps a force, On the verge of penetration, At the very brink of knowing, In hot pursuit of an open door, An open space, Within my soul, A moment of grace...... a gift, An invitation...... an opportunity, To surrender myself, To something, Much greater..... much more profound, Than that which I have ever imagined, Or known before.

dougsoderstrom 19-Sep-04/3:13 PM
Dear Dark Angel:

You are correct in that you call me an old man in that I am 63 years old. And I take that as a true compliment in that I'd much rather be old than be young and have to work for another forty or so years. But I do love you...... really I do, and sparring with you I do in love. And I'll bet (yet perhaps you might not agree) that if we were to meet face to face we could, or I hope, would, be good, if not great, friends!

In the name of love and peace......

You are my friend and I love you,

Doug

P.S. Talk with you later....... friend.




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