I can’t put you in a box.
If I do, I place a lock on your ability, your plan for me, and humanity.
My pen is strong again.
I guess it represents my faith.
You’re my best friend.
To say that you’re “cool” is something only a fool would say,
You’re beyond that in fact,
You’re all that.
Realm.
When I close my eyes, you take me to another place.
You cover me with your abundant grace.
Your presence ceases the existence of time and space.
There’s nothing like your embrace,
Realm.
Realm.
Realm.
Not the physical and external realm,
Not the soulful realm,
The core realm.
The depths of the inside, where there is nowhere to hide.
Where pride cannot slip, slide, glide through the cracks.
There’s no turning back.
The spiritual realm.

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