A Nest for the Birds my Thought , I aline the parallel being my inside environment , With my outside reality, experience. Creating the center piece in the enigma in living, Being life becoming . Wonderfully beautifully thinking these thoughtful ideas resting, nesting growing in all and every way into my best view, From this high ideal you. I align the parallel, the inner weather, greatest winner of all, me! with the outer sky of experience. In this meeting place, I craft the centerpiece of the enigma called living, being life becoming, God given through these words, thought turning into forms. Wonderfully, beautifully, these ideas take seed bloom rest, nesting, growing, nurturing building within surround me. They perch upon the branches singing greatness, each feathered with ideal winning meaning, each ready taking flight toward my best view, guided by this high ideal you.
I call to every ideal loving spirit, God created for me to enjoy growing know. To bring forth the best me breathing eternity. Answers the all, here the air shimmers, their arrival, Ideal loving spirits, brought from the threads for God’s boy, Each one a note my eternal song. They gather humming in the garden of my becoming, Hands shaping light, Whispers sowing seeds in the soil strengthening my soul. I feel their breath inside my own, Inheaving the promise in of love forever, Exheaving the best me, Into the vast sea, Unending be.
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