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  Spiritual Comas by Clara Mitchell         (Mattew 9:12) I heard the Word of God go inside of me. It was like an IV drip, drip, drip. I am still awake but the sounds Of life seem far away. The Physician's notes Simply read--Induce coma. Spiritual comas do happen. My Physician has a plan. It has been years now. Same doctor at my side. The IV continues to drip new life. I am coming around now. I could hear sounds of excitement. The Physician stood smiling over my bedside. I was able to recognize Him. How long have I been gone? I was unaware of how spiritual comas exist In tandem with the Holy Trinity. It is a surprise revelation Of Revelry-- ecstatic love. The Physician left the room. The nurses left a change of clothes. By this time, I was wide awake. The walk into the hallway Is a short one. I was outside the building now. Unable to return as before. My Spiritual coma is ove...

Would my words suit you If I added music? Words alone are like a mute button-- Unless they speak to you. Empty means there is no more. Empty words, they have no core. Neither can they heal the sore. Words that speak to me are wrapped in wisdom. Wisdom like the anointing, Destroys empty words. Today, I pray for words that hit the spot. Not Words that bring me to naught.