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SearchingA soft white dove loops around me from above with a curious eye appearing to search the inner depths of my soul only to become cleverly aware that You, dear Lord are the One to have filled it with eternal bounties of Your perfect Holy love. Psalm 139:1 O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me. Julie Pisacane © 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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