Somehow being guided down a path of enlightenment, life
fulfilling it's own mysteries, touching upon the reality
of a perfect atmosphere through prayer.
Watching as portals open before intellect, seething with
impossibilities of innate wisdom, yet knowing that all
are possible and attainable.
Never looking beyond depths of my soul for the beauty of
being created in this world, grateful to God for being
my creator, having mercy and loving me always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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