So many faces in the lines
on the ceiling above my bed,
I lay here seeing
autostereograms created in my head.
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So many faces you observe but still you feel the wonder. Still wee hope to discover a journey in dream or sleep. This poem is very interestingly penned.
sojourners we are, smoky. and we'll never lack for questions or mysteries. i just keep doing what i've been given to do and pray for God's will to be done and for me to trust him for it. -glen