With my legs bent and kneeling
My fingertips aligned tip to tip
Palms straightened flat and together
I find my center....
For it is there in that room of my being
That I may converse with God___

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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10/8/2008 4:46:20 AM. You Are Here: My Inner Room by Ted Sheridan