33 Will: The Spine Aligns To God's Magnetism Poem by Saiom Shriver

Enpine the cone! Enoak acorn!
Enpear the seed that inner
sun be freed!
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The universe falls in line.. behind the will..
of a Godaligned spine
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With his own soul's will lightning he is charging his
body into lightening
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The song of the whippoorwill says 'let it flow'.. don't
whip your poor will
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The stars change their courses and revolve
around those connected to omnipotent resolve

As sailboats have masts, the spine of will is in all masters.

The sunflowers are sundials swirling
while in the dell, daffodils
His light spin and spill
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When her spirits were down because she thought her will low
she daw how easily rivers of grace were drunk by the willow
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The dousing wand. The lightning rod. Conductor's baton. Will's aligned
spine. They find the water, invoke the lightning attract the music and
summon angels' help.
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In a protected wood is a granite rock with white morning
glory vines streaming down all sides... like a mountain peak
with many falls. Someone asks the dreamer to cut the vines
and she refuses.
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That miracle turning point when the give me give me give me of the
child becomes a mature heart's giving.