I am a Soul Soother
The Universe Sends me...
As swift as wind, I call upon thee Brother Air come to me and give me agility.
Awaken my body, as you enter my lungs and revive all my cellular energy.
As silent as the earth, Oh Mother I call upon thee my feet planted in your rich soil
Nourish me, and give me peace as you are so blessed to give me longevity.
As fierce as fire, I call upon thee Brother Fire warm my body and set my soul ablaze
Arm me with your strength, for strength is what I need to complete my deed.
As fluid as water, Sister water so clear and pure, wash over me and transcend
Show me what is real, wash over me and cleanse my mind and body.
My spirit blends all thee to me, as I become a force of nature I feel the strength of the Source in me
For I was put on this earth as a Soul Soother ,for this is my Birthright.
I call to the North ,South ,East and West for tonight you shall rest
as I shine my light upon you..
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Serena Torre
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Let Me Introduce myself, my name is Serena Torre I'm 53 years old and I live in Montreal Canada .I'm looking forward to sharing my story's here...
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