Message in a Bottle: Premeditated Art Baby Blue

 


To the reader of my message in a bottle,

So it seems if one dreams a thought into an idea,

Watering it, nurturing it, journaling it,

Believing it, I realize new it exists. 

For where else though shall it. 

To gain it in the mind whereby one holds,

Stand tall and be happy for all. 

For me the message in the bottle, 

I feel easy about dreams for expect abundance,

Joy, love from the most high, 

And in my mind these words come true,

For me who is tending tilling thy.

To my angels, myths gods goddesses harnessing 

Around protecting I, waiting for my call out to sky,

It has come unto thee, God premeditated me.

And He being God and overseer thee, 

Gratefully be these words you see. Hear. 

To the reader of my message in a bottle,  

Know this—dreams born as thoughts take form,  

Watered, nurtured, journaled, believed,  

Into the new here and existing, as I conceived.  

For where else could they, wondering me?  

Standing tall, holding them in mind, being grateful for the way.  

From this bottle flowing my watering seas,  

Dreaming abundance, joy, love, victories success.  

To my angels, myths, gods, and goddesses appear,  

Protecting I, awaiting the call you now hear.  

It has come, my words to the sky,  

God premeditated me; overseer on high.  

Gratefully present, these lines you now see, 
 
A testament from Gods celestial spiritual preeminence in thee.  

















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