I belong to the end of
your reach.
An extension of your touch...that has slipped
the edge of territories -
And continued on its way.
I am filled to the point of holding
only you.
Yet still I pray for more.
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Every prayer is a vessel between worlds and as words reach to God we find distance now gone - finite and infinite being equal and a whispered heard by the ears of God and His reply a quite peace within the heart. Pray not for things my friends - yet pray to be the very reach of God. And all things will be delivered in our arms.
Peace,
Eric
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