J Ann Crowder

My soul is a vital force, a sculpted tree’s root
 
She has countless fibers and layers, ever bending into earth’s depth
 
My depth
 
She is a phantom I least know
 
A shadow hidden
 
A secret self
 
I feel her deepening within my bone’s inner marrow
 
I feel her penetrating my heart
 
She grows into every hollow space inside me, making my tabernacle her home

Written May 11, 2017.

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Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

Your secret room with fragrant flowers that permeate your being

Nelson D Reyes
about 3 years

Soul our anchor we pivot from our celestial bridge on earth and ever beyond.
A beautiful home your soul is in. Lovefave. Thank you Jennifer for a good read this morning.

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