
I’m skating it, free-wheeling it
Somersaulted skyward by the infinite jest of it
That I could be winging it, barrel-rolling
Like Icarus to the very summit of it
Unburned by it, cascading liberating fall of it
Caught in it, unbound through it, Your love.
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Wonderful! This reminds me so much of reading the Psalms in The Message version, which I love to do. LOVE.
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A lovely compliment ❤️Thank you so much.
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We just have to be careful, it never goes well if fly too close to the sun.
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Ah, it takes a lovingkindness that will never forsake, for sure 😊
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I love this, Dora! Falling in love is all of that and more!
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Dale 🙂
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My pleasure.
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Loved the rhythm.🧡
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Thanks, Jude 🙂
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Gorgeous, and rhythmic, Dora!
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Thank you so much for the sweet compliment 🙏🙂
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