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Article: In The Places We Cannot Touch by Lisel Soria

In The Places We Cannot Touch by Lisel Soria
Prose and Poetry

In The Places We Cannot Touch by Lisel Soria

I’ve known all things to be a temporary bliss,

doing our best to hold onto fading memories

and find the same bits and pieces again.

You are not glimpses of a lovely past

or a blurred eternity.

As clear in my reflection,

you become more tangible than my body.

Feeling you in the warm embrace of the sun,

finding you in the places we cannot touch.

My name is Lisel Soria, I am twenty-seven years old and currently a single woman who is pursuing the Lord and getting to know Him through writing and all of God’s gifts in life. I have been writing for over five years now and have discovered God’s plans for me and the transformation He has been doing in my heart. My family and friends are my priority and building relationships is what I am passionate about. I love dancing, kickboxing, traveling, reading, and writing. Apart from writing I am a teacher to eleven students at a Christian pre-school and teaching The Word has been such a blessing and humbling experience. I hope my poetry brings women comfort in knowing that they are not alone in their beliefs, thoughts, and actions. To be bold and honest with confidence when they come unto the presence of the Lord with their hearts. This is a journey where we are all holding onto the Lord’s hands, finding joy, bringing all the praise to Him, and falling in love with Him deeper every day. 

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