When I neglect to live according to the values twined and rooted into the very heart of me, my world miserably runs over. I walk around in a state of daze, a cotton of thick hazy gray cloud hovering above my inner eye; my breaths come in flailing bursts of fumbling sighs and gurgled gasps.
I mutter the mumblings of fools. I wither like the fire drenched grass. I dissipate.like the mist. And,
I die the puny death of an earthly ant lice inside.
Look, the world is a beating drumbeat with a soul enlarged, breathed into being by the God of love. It is alive. It speaks. It ponders. When we go off course and live not in the way we are intended, this world communicates in a somber language channeled not through our ears, but through our pores. The very miracle of our human cells are mediums that can hear the chimes of time. Listen if you will. I am.
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