Wings over Me


  

  I awake with pain and turn over again. We live an learn. We rush about like chickens with our heads cut off but do we still feel the pain. When forced to fly down into it. Level ground I talk to God all the time but I never listen. Now in the silence I am listening. Fixing it takes time forcing it causes blockage. Roll over again in discovery of a new way of doing things. In the future we need to do things better. Clearly you are operating in a different protected way. As you approach the need remember the wings. Learn to fly through fairly essential. 

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