My Immortal Consequence

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    • is doin some Solitary Thinkin-- Lee Ann Womack

    My Immortal Consequence

    I want to go where saints and angels congregate.

    I want to touch the spiritual cloth of Heaven.
    I want to gaze upon the eyes of True Love,
    and be held by the hands that sculpted from dust.
    I want to inhale the scent of untainted water,
    and taste it's nourishing innocence.
    I want to embrace the afterglow of my immortal consequence.

    And I want to feel upon my brow healing gentle mercy.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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