When the outside world turns hostile. It’s time to discover
the inner realm. The spiritual. Deep into one’s soul. One’s interior life becomes a refuge. An
oasis. A place for sustenance. For survival. I suspect. That’s where one
reaches his creator. Where one dares to follow his instincts. And surrenders
his mind. To the spirit. It’s an interesting concept. That captures my imagination.
I surrender. I let go. And learn to savor my being. My true essence. I acknowledge where I have come from. And
where I am going. I allow myself to be
consumed. By the blessed spirit. That
gives me life. Without it, I would be no more. --Jim Broede
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