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So is that time of day.
Some go for the hay.
Others try and find a way.
Yet, it is the end of day-almost.
I sit in a supreme bliss.The world spins around in it's full
perfection. My mortal eyes fall upon a moth. There fluttering
before the presence of my mortal eyes. Captured nd
floating upon a fluttering air. It seems to have but little care.
The Lord made a seed within the universe. It was a place
called the earth. A tiny seed of creation. To fill all with an
eternal plan. We are all part of the workings. To make a
space where we can rest. To have a home in eternal life.