Green meadows lay upon my face.
Blue skies course every muscle.
Still waters cascade through my tissue.
Sun’s shining rays beam upon my bones.
Spiritual contentment give motion to my aching joints.
Sincere serenity map every sinew.
Permeating peace fill my weakened marrow.
Authentic joy make whole every sickle cell.
Unimaginable peace in plenty have consumed every ailment.
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