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Talitha Cum’i

By @la_pulga

Little girl, I say to you, arise.

Leave this dark and shallow room

With its curtains drawn, and the dim blue light.

Little girl, hear my voice.

Listen to the murmurings of the wind in the fir trees.

Hear the song of the owls in the gnarled branches of the old oak.

Feel the gentle grass under your feet,

The soft soil.

Little girl, smell the new roses on the breeze in the night.

Leave behind the heavy smoke-filled corridors

The pounding in the floor.

Follow the briar-grown path to the sharp clean air,

Lie on a carpet of moss

And look up at the stars.

Little girl, arise and follow Me,

Follow me to the heights,

and you shall see My face.

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