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	<title>new life &#8211; Saturday Soul with Sandy Hibbard</title>
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		<title>Waking the Muse</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sandy Hibbard]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Dec 2013 14:46:17 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Muse]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[I remember the exact moment when this verse came to me.  After months of grief, there was a magical moment<span class="excerpt-hellip"> […]</span>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember the exact moment when this verse came to me.  After months of grief, there was a magical moment when my spirit came alive again and desire was born.  The rain was coming down on a cold September day, it seemed to cleanse my mind and give me hope; I breathed in the air and found my heart had decided to take a turn.  Those moments in our life are rare, and beautiful.  I want to pay attention so that I don&#8217;t miss one of them!</p>
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<h2 style="padding-left: 90px;"><b>Waking the Muse</b></h2>
<p style="padding-left: 90px;">I don’t know how long this will last<br />
or where it will go<br />
it may fade<br />
like smoke from an extinguished candle<br />
but my heart is awake now<br />
and I am writing again<br />
dreaming of love again</p>
<p style="padding-left: 90px;">There’s a spark beginning to burn<br />
igniting feelings in my heart<br />
rushing through me<br />
like claps of thunder trampling the sky<br />
i can feel the rain as it falls<br />
turning into a torrent<br />
washing away my grief<br />
giving birth to a new life</p>
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<p>@ Sandy Hibbard</p>
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