Turmoil burns my soul. My energies are jumbled. I seek answers and peace. Wholeness.
Blessed so much even in suffering. Blessed so much I cannot explain.
Still the questions haunt.
Anonymous, if you would, I will be at my small town local coffee haunt for my Wednesday ritual every Wednesday 6:30-8 unless I give notice. Cleanse me of my question, answer so I can rest. If not today, soon; I beg. For my soul is ill at ease.
Take it as you wish, a pleading, a dare, a simple request.
Beloveds, are you at peace??
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