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TOUCHES TO CLEANSE

We wallow
Wallow in dirt like pigs
Jumping, laughing, pleasuring
Falling, crying, cursing
Then we see His hands extended
Calling like the good father He is
For our attention to rise
By the aid of His weight
He cleanses
Gives us His trust
Will us to go onto our grounds to play
Only to see us in the dirty mud
Again and again and again
But He is ever patient
He is what he is
One who touches to cleanse
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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