I want to lay here in the peace, untroubled.
I want the past to be nothing more than faded memories that no longer haunt, disturb and intrude.
I want to talk to God, know he is there, here for me.
I often wonder if God is observer, participant or manipulator.
Rare are such moments as these, awake and unemcumbered, nothing on my mind that is broke and needs mending.
The lazy river flows sweet and gentle.
Goodnight sweet princess.
May the clouds of dreams fog the past and release a weary body into pleasant slumber.
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