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The Light I lay on my bed viewing a moonlit sky, conscious of spirits emitting a cry. Angels, if real, were hidden from sight, I needed some answers this very night. Many afflictions viewed as despair, my heart was pounding as I laid there. Would any answer the doubts I retained? If authentic, I prayed, they’d be explained. In a flash an illustrious Light appeared, delivering the answers I had once feared. Existence occurs with comfort and pain. The Light, our source, is how we sustain. |
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May the Light shine upon each of you during this season of healing, joy, and peace.
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