Listening:Dear Hashtag, I've yearned to speak with you; so many bound souls respond to the words you hold. Let Us begin, to try to locate My love, but much of what you speak oozes buried filth from cuts deep. You ask whispered understanding, to plunder will from your hands? Oh, I cry - the soul trapped in being alone only ever awaits a thief's demands. Never saw Me nor heard My voice? NO - of course; for it is upon you lies and deceit thrive among moment's rejoice. The mind thinks you offer strength; but how? You are trapped to making a fleeting point. Let go - Let Me mold and caress labeled swords; together, My beloved soul, WE can return her blemished truth. #God
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About the Author
Kimberly Nettuno posts her poetry and reflections at www.becomingsound.me. When not writing, she enjoys working on her farm in North Georgia where she makes certified organic goodies for her critters and the surrounding, local farms. She shares this life with her husband, three home-schooled daughters, two dogs, two cats, three horses, eight goats, some two dozen chickens, and thousands of bees.