My Mother’s Love

The She of He, my Father’s love. Oh, how I love my God. Oh, how I love my God. My Love. My life. My friend.

I fall short. My words… and I cry… and the separation takes hold, again. Where sadness dwells, I go. Within.

~The Sin~

 

I separate myself from God’s love through doubt and worry. Worry what another might think or believe about me through the worshipping of my God. My Love. My source. My Life. It’s devastating to be separated from that which loves me so much. Devastating. But this is my reason for living. To know my Love. And it is through this knowing and understanding, coupled, that I find my wholeness and my life. This is my purpose. To live a life of truth and joy within the comforts and conscious minds of man, on earth and by and through my passions.  – Deanna

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