Goodmorning, Glory

Last night, I was told I am an object of solemnity and an issue of obscurity. Two years, and I know the plan, I know the road, I just pray for my vision to pertain to his will (GOD). Last night I fell asleep and encountered something old and confused, I was as well. Something, driven to madness, a point of madness in a text, our new scribe and  notation of emotion. For one moment, I stood and asked what can I do to help. The reply? “Not much”. A heart is as gentle as a flower’s first grown petal, the tear is so detrimental to the bud’s overall growth, that the wounded must heal from the internal spirit to bless the external. Last night, I almost cried. Well. Goodmorning………………………………………..

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