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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.
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