From The Depth of Light β POEM ππ Barbara Gramza
Before the word was made, there was silence,
In it God whispered to my body,
Not through a miracle, but through a breath,
That trembles when the soul has matured.
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From The Depth of Light β POEM ππ Barbara Gramza
Before the word was made, there was silence,
In it God whispered to my body,
Not through a miracle, but through a breath,
That trembles when the soul has matured.