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It wasn’t an apparition; neither a dream;
It was the ocean stiller; On water’s runway Times past aforesaid Young men shall visions, see; Calleth for me? Speak sire, thy servant heareth Again and again the voice distinct speaketh; Visions to impart on our lying down; Appears, familiar the voice of strangers than the known Significant the vision of one; Significant still the corrected vision of another Engrafting the first amongst into the fold Help sought, bid ye come The cry of one heard unmistakably; Here come I, the gateway to other destinations opened A constant gift to be fully used; May we be attuned to receive For critical and impactful the outcome not only for our life’s course but a great many others #AP #Authenticallypenned #Thatimayimpart Comments are closed.
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