I felt
a touch of breeze
as I sat
on my cushioned bench
in my heavenly garden,
filled with every shade
of green, purple, orange,
yellow, pink and white.
The light wind
carried with it
savory scents,
all so delicate,
yet rich enough
to fill a kingdom.
As I smiled,
Inhaling the luscious fragrances,
there was
a second touch of breeze,
lightly brushing my cheeks.
I knew I had company,
the Holy Spirit joining me.
Using the most delicate
of artistry,
my guest filled me
with many blessings,
before gently moving on.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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