Spirituality is like a white swan
With waxen feathers – waterproof.
Once you embrace it,
It shields you
Like a woollen garment in winter
And no matter how often you wade
Through turbulent stretches in life,
Or drench in raining tears,
You are never soaked or sodden.
All the cares and anxieties of this material world
Slip away into obscurity and insignificance
And you can glide through the tempests
Unscathed and unscarred.
As you know in your heart of hearts
He is there for you.
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