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Inhaling, I smell the fragrance…of wanting
The aroma of desire
Wafts through a space in time
Destroying a fragile peace once mine
Contentment became stale air
Yesterday’s scent
No longer clear
Murky in my memory
Yet somehow still
Lingering there
As if I could stumble upon it
Randomly, and return passively
No plan of my own
More like a beacon guiding me home
For so often I roam into danger unaware
Leaving the sanctity of the crystal clear
Flirting with “what if’s”
Pride, always floating here
Like dust specs coat the air
Wandering like a man with eyes torn out
Stumbling into dark clouds of doubt
Clearly blind to salvation’s deliverance
For but a long minute
Just long enough for disillusion and deception
Shaking my head with praise
To clear the demonic dust
Coating my eyes blocking God’s light
Of knowledge that He holds the future
Bright enough to shatter darkness
All His to give upon revelation of His goodness
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