Friday, November 10, 2006

God's own voice

Inspiration. It comes in many forms. A mean act revulses the mind, and you seek to damage control. A dirty kitchen top pushes your hand towards the hand towel for a brisk wipedown. A clean act or a simple innocent thought snowballs to a phenomenon.


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The fortunate witness its force. Like hurtling down a torrid rapid, you still feel the energy and control. The difference lies in the twilight minutes. With the exhaustion seeping through each pore, do you feel content and bliss. I am amazed at its many faces. Sometimes, it is a like sharply etched face of a warrior. And, at times, gentle and comforting, like the face of a mother. Here's to inspiration.
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