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SpiritEchoes among the hills and valleys Riding on the autumn breeze Whispers of peace; answered prayer. Love abounds in precious hearts Reaching into the depths of souls Souls are gathering and almost there. Visions of golden peaked mountains White doves seen at the tops of trees Spirit is alive with great dazzle and flare. Wings glide high and free tonight The seas have been spoken to. Liberty at last… found everywhere. 2 Corinthians 3:17 Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. Julie Pisacane © 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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