Jan. 5- Diary of An Old Soul

Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll;

Thy birds fly but within thy airy sea;

My soul breathes only in thy infinite soul;

I breathe, I think, I love, I live but thee.

Oh breathe, oh, sink- Oh love, live into me;

Unworthy is my life till all divine;

Till thou see in me only what is thine.

~George MacDonald

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