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Life’s like that ~

Many times you may question my love I send to you even when I don’t know you well.

Let me explain throughout my life it was not always easy, I have been abused, and used.

I have worked very hard in many professions.

I have sat with many people who needed a friend, and I have cried about their pain.

I was raised an atheist, so when I came to study books on life, I could feel our Savior around me and went to a number of religious places. I left because something was missing that I had when it was just God and me.

I have been taken advantage of many times.

Now I come back to my first line.

I have shown love to you all for the God in me (Holy Spirit) allows me to feel this beautiful love towards you and it feels personal each time.

How blessed I am, but because I have been through so much in life, but I can feel what you are going through.

I would like to make one thing very clear, your not a ordinary person but a very wonderful creation that God calls you to him so you know you are loved and you don’t need to be radical to be noticed.

Let this day be one where you talk to the Father through the Son Jesus Christ.

Know I am your brother no matter what your age.

And I will hear your call and be guided and help you through to the Holy Spirit.

Bless you, all on your journey and know you are never forgotten.

You are created in the image of our Father.

So be it.

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Come Home ~

It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.


And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o’er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star Sweet April ~

When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
‘T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.

From the earth’s loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter’s cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o’er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life’s golden fruit is shed.