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Home of the Divine Heart

Divine within, comfort feels as if it were a guilty sin…

By Kimberlee RavanPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Heart of my Divine

A warm sanctuary, built by the storms of my emotions rushing like rapid waves;

When darkness was overflowing, the Divine found my soul & yet my heart waited to be saved.

A sacred home is soon to find; guarding my heart deep into the walls made of time;

My home to me is where my heart found the Divine; once to be closed spirited, My soul is grounded as for my spirit is still mine.

My altar welcomes the energies of all vibrations, the moon is my keeper as the sun is to be my seeker..

Comfort under the moon is where I find my peace, my serendipity & even if you can see it, it’s my home; home of the divine heart.

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About the Creator

Kimberlee Ravan

I’m a divinely guided being, whose spreading her gifts after generations of being passed down until it finally reached me; I’m an intuitive Empath tarot advisor, I am an artist of my words & a spiritual healer/guide for those who need me.

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