Dreaming, I, wandering through the rhythms of deep unconscious knowing, I strayed far from all familiar paths. Even in the stretched out lands of darkness, there I could spy in the distance three candles lit. One, the hope, which is the most fragile of flames, most easily forgot that it ever shone should it go out. Two, the faith, the belief in those larger voices that guide the way, and the will that one could go the whole course on and not surrender. Three, the love, which is the most mysterious of the candlelights: sometimes extinguished with the barest of breaths, I have seen it survive the onslaught of gale winds. And dreaming, I, in even the lands of outer dark, three candles drift past my dreaming eye, which I have forgotten who has lit them that they should call me so.
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2:54pm thursday, 14th august
wow,I`m gobsmaced,this was sooo beautiful I cannot even find the words to describe what they stirred up inside of me.Stand 4 President!!
(I`ve told some really great people about this site and they enjoyed the read tremendously!)
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