It called,
like It had a thousand times but today It included me in Its Light. It wore my hands and feet, and ignored the shadows of death, the insanity of the night gone. Then It said my name. Like It says yours, this is none other than the Spirit of the Living Loving God. It calls…
Innerdialects 
It calls constantly, a still small voice. The question has always been, “Are we listening??”
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