There is a lamp
that burns
in the innermost
cave of my soul.
Meeting my God,
praying to Him
and communing
with Him gives
me the greatest
joy that the world
can never give me.
I step into my cave
to whisper words
of love to Him
who rules my soul.
(Graphic: Silke Lempe saved to Schöne Bilder)
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