3CAE7BC6-5EE9-4A25-8CCA-BD8F3B88D2F2Poetry lead me to believe that there was more to life than the material. Once, as I read a poem, I thought to myself “I once felt this way, in some way I said this poem… perhaps I had not said it but something deep inside me groaned it.” It was the first time I pondered the possibility of what lied underneath the thread of all things living. If words on a paper written by someone I never met before could communicate with the inner most parts of my soul, then surely a Power existed that created such methods to commune with His creation.

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