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ISSUE № 7, JAN 2018
Life After Garbage ! My chosen Musical Journey
Lifting myself softly out of slumber is a spiritual gift. The challenges come before they even begin. To prepare the
vigor inside the soul, there is often a struggle. So, to avoid these perplexes I use the wind of command. This is the
wind of God; his Spirit. As a musical being, my mode of enjoyment is clad with melodies. My voice, my guitar, my
spirit and my garbage! The garbage too has to be displayed in God’s command. He renews all that is said and done. Therefore, there is
life after garbage. The crumpled paper of hope is a treasure. Its overtones highlight both perfection and error. Give me a measure of gar-
bage and I’ll give you an extra ounce of courage. There is nurturing, there is rehabilitation. Rebirth is no longer a curse.
The burgeoning of the Spiritual man is continuous. Where do we go from
renewal though? Our focus is the dictation of life itself. The author that is
God! Closing the eyes leads to re-opening of the eyes. A silent fall is a clam-
orous return. Hope is always grounded from dearth. I see content though
there is only nonsense. Quick poise empties voids. The stray bullet of acci-
dental fate is the handle of joy and mercy. Acrimony is beauty and radiance.
Sad steps can dance into pulses of truth. The herd follows the beat of the cere-
mony. The theme is garbage, but, it transforms into a flower garden melody.
Tricia David
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