~September 2019
Drift = a continuous slow movement from one place to another.
Drift me toward the Shore of Surrender
on the wave of a sweetly sung lullaby.
Cradle me in Imagination and Intuition
with hands of intimate caring caresses.
Float me across the Ocean of New Hope
in the arms of fantasy and prayer.
Speak me a distant Day of Devotion
where flowers and fortune and future exist.
Courage me toward the silent Strength of Unity
with whispered words of sacrifice.
Drift me into the new living Light of Life
on the sound of a sweetly sung lullaby.
Sing me through these dark Lone Days
where the heart wills but the spirit is broken.
- ~Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS on Pexels.com
Marissa Colleen Mullins 
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A wonderful articulation of thoughts. I loved the intensity of your emotions. Thank you so much for sharing your glorious words! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 😁
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Thank you so much for reading and for your gracious words. It makes my heart happy to know you enjoyed them. I would love to read your work and will visit your site. Many blessings to you!
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Thank you for respecting my request. Truly appreciate your kindness🙏🙂
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