The closet is this quiet
Inside place within me
Where I hide sometimes
When I dont want to seek...
I hide there in the sad days
When nothing seems to go well
Or in those days in which
I don't feel good about myself
it is dark and lonely there
But comforting in a wierd way
Like the womb of a mother
A quiet loving place!
Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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