A coat of many pockets

Love has loomed me as a garment of gentle armor.Love is the very fabric of my being.I am in my warp and weft, wonderfully woven.

I carry in my pockets the stuff—the substance—of immortality.I carry in my pockets never-ending praise and gratitude.I carry notes of golden angel song to remind me I am not alone.

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