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Would that the powers of redeeming Grace
Disarm the haunting denizens of doubt,
Intent on mien of Goodness to displace,
That tentacles of harmful thought may sprout;
Would that the ambience of pax sublime
Subsume disabling spectres of despair,
Then shall be born a healing paradigm,
The fall-out of trust, broken, to repair.
Sweet Patience in soft, reassuring tone,
Apprised, fret not if time should tarry long,
We never stand entirely alone,
Persistence urges always to be strong.
Hope sallies forth its confidence to tell,
That manner of all matters shall be well.
©Meanderings 2018
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A lovely set of thoughts portrayed
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Thank you.
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Ahh, loved this and the pic! xxx
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Bless You D! Hugs
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Beautiful words and image.
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Thanks Peter….Bless you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Hutts New World.
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Gee!! Thanks Peter. 😉
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So lovely.
And a wonderful photo as illustration.
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Thank you. Pleased you approve. Hugs.
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Most definitely.
Hugs back to you.
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Some nice classical personifications there!
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Thanks Gill! 🙂
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PS stunning lily – what a scrumptious colour!
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Hugs.
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Me again … sorry, for some reason wordpress decided to select both my accounts to send comments! I’m sure you know my bi-personality by now 😉
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Bless you! Hugs.
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