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I call upon you in these days of sickness and lack of understanding to follow myself to bring light and hope to many. I can see you know your place as one of my gems of light that follow me without being vain, for you know all light and love is of myself with the life of my Father and Holy Spirit. Your gain in the worldly goods is limited , but your heart will one day will be with me and give glory to all. Seek to spread the truth of all peoples salvation, knowing most will turn against you but for the opportunity they will receive is worth all your calling. Keep your eyes clear to see all people from where they stand and not from a place of your own problem. Love all and walk away if you are abused by a group of people and wipe your feet of them ,for there chance has come and only they can become humble and grieve of there treatment of you. Let your love draw to you those who also wish to serve and love me and yourself for there hearts will be clear for I will raise there light to overcome any darkness and I will love them as I love you. Within some of them you will become one with some, each for a different reason my love will bring them to you for the heart is the wisdom and love that is my law for you bathed in freedom to express in the ways that brings to you joy and pleasure and Glory to me.
Most blessed Lord I thank and wish upon myself to do your bidding and to love as never before. Amen
“OF COURSE! I KNOW!” a poem February 15, 2019 – Freya’s Day
OF COURSE! We all know – Some folks – like to [just] DISAGREE,
And say: “Trump’s stupid!” and “The Mystic Poet don’t-see,
That-throwing-money-at-a-fence is a foolish idea,
AND-WHY-IS-“THE-POET”-SUPPORTING-TRUMP! “Mama Mia!”
But – NO! (pause) I’ve said – that I neither support nor hate,
Trump-OR-ANYONE [else]! I just think: THE FATE,
OF EVERYONE – IS: TO-DO THE BEST THEY CAN!
Must do what they do – WITH-a-somewhat-STEADY-TREAD,
And – as-we-all- meekly!? go-off-to-bed,
We-COULD-all say-a-prayer – f o r doing what we feel,
Is THE BEST WE CAN – and-that-way, the keel,
On-OUR SHIP-OF-FOOLS – might do the trick,
And HELP-to-steer – the weak – lame – and sick!*
After-this-morning’s-speech – IT LOOKS LIKE TRUMP-IS STANDING-“FIRM!”
Drug cartels – will-simply just have-to-learn,
THAT A NATIONAL EMERGENCY – is what they’ll see,
To-try-and-halt this “invasion”- which-they-facilitate “measura-bly!”
“Invasion of drugs – and-gangs,” our President does say; “
Will be DEALT WITH – in every possible way,
THAT MIGHT BE EFFECTIVE!” Well, we’ll have to wait and see,
What the future holds – for you and me!!!
Of course, there’s this “silly” poetry – (I-hope its [relatively] clear:)
There-are-many-IFs-ANDs-and-BUTs – and many a tear,
Shed by people impacted-by drugs and guns,
And THE BORDER PATROL – RUNS AND RUNS,
To try to do their job – of stopping “crime,”
From spreading [further] HERE! Trump says, “IT’S TIME,
THAT-WE TAKE A STAND AND HALT THAT SPREAD,
OF DRUGS AND GANGS – for MANY-who-are-DEAD!”
Children – and spouses – called: “ANGEL MOM’S,”
Are-grieving! (pause) For them – I OFFER BRAHMS!**
A LULLABY – for dead-family-members,
Whose ashes might-be-at-The Border – and-perhaps-THE-EMBERS,
From-fires that are burned there at night,
[By border agents – to have the sight,
To see those sneaking – INTO HERE,
To carry drugs and guns and beer,]
COMINGLE-AS-ONE: Ashes – and-Embers;
Each ANGEL FAMILY, of course, remembers,
Those-who-have-been-lost – AND A FENCE M I G H T WORK,
So Trump stands firm – like Captain Kirk,
Of the U – S – S “Enterprise!”
THAT I OFFER A PRAYER – FOR TRUMP AND ALL,
Of-the-United-States – and I’d-also call,
On-all who HAVE WILL – to-tell drug dealers,
And “people-slave-traders” – and soul-less(?) stealers,
To-declare: “We’re-doing-our-best – AND TRUMP IS TOO,
TO DEAL WITH DEATH AND LIFE!” – and – YOU!
FEW-Democrats [and some Republicans!] – seem-to-have any-love- or-will,
To-offer-a-better-solution! So, let’s [try-to] LOVE until,
Tomorrow – or next week month or-year!
LET’S LOVE – TO- CLEAR-AWAY EVER TEAR!
For, whether Trump-is-“right,” or Trump-is-“wrong,”
LET’S DO OUR BEST – AND SING T H I S SONG:
To-[Johannes]-Brahms’ “Lullaby,” for-those-LOST-LOVED-ONES,
Taken-from “this life,” by drugs and/or guns!
And-let’s support each zealous [border patrol] agent who runs![to-catch-a-thief]
GETS A STRONG FENCE UP – for-securing-[against-an]-“evil”-Juan!***
* – and WE ALL ARE! 🙂 -Whoa!
** – THE Brahms’ “Lullaby!”
*** – like Juan Garcia Abrego, still alive at 74, a former Mexican drug lord – or Juan Nepomucena Guerra, “The Drug Cartel God Father,” who passed away in 2001 [at the age of 85], founder of “The Gulf Cartel!”
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Fair, without self Judgement
“Love is that enviable state that knows no envy or vanity, only empathy and a longing to be greater than oneself.”
I don’t know why this hasn’t received more publicity, but this new fifty-foot sculpture was unveiled recently in South Dakota.
It’s called ‘Dignity’ & was done by artist Dale Lamphere to honor the women of the Sioux Nation.
Wilsons Promontory is an amazing combination of pristine ocean and serene national park. Spectacular walks, lots of wildlife and great camping… And even glamping
WE ALREADY ALL MADE IT TO HEAVEN!” a poem February 15, 2019 [Friday]
WE ALL MADE IT! TO HEAVEN!! AND – IT’S TOO TOUGH!!! ?
We-weren’t-expectin’: WARS!-in-Heaven -or-CANCER!! or-POLITICS, kinda-rough!!!!
We all thought it would-be sorta like-harps and a cloud,
And that EVERYONE WOULD BE SMILING!! and no one would be proud!
But! YES! We’re HERE! We’ve-been-here-ALL-THE-TIME!
IN HEAVEN! You-KNOW-you’re-here – ’cause-there’s-so-much-GOOD-rhyme!*
With singing – and dancing – and makin’ love in the park,
As muggers-mug-the-heck-outta-people, who-wanna-see-a-movie-with-a-shark!
A SHARK! or, maybe, Mack The Knife! Here-comes-my-sweet – complaining-wife!
And concerned relatives – and hungry birds – AND A CAT,
With BORDER PATROL AGENTS(?!) – and-Australian – big-ol’-rats!! 🙂 – Yipes!
ALL – IN HEAVEN!? Whoopee! What a place!
I JUST LOVE (long pause) THE-FRIGGIN’ HUMAN RACE!
Well, what did you expect Heaven to be like?
* – Well, opinions may differ on that point!!🤗
Just cause I was old you gave me to kill house WHY😓