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within the confines

tention is absorbed

breeze at the back of God's hand

the mystery driven home at last

sweet mercy

the answer to sixteen who unbeknownst

to themselves

prayed the right prayer

fate-God's obedient dog

stepped in

to guide the lost so very gently home

far away from all their previous

million plenty cares

their former world now lay behind them

scattered like forgotten toys in a

neighbor's back yard

since Dad has called for them to return

immediately home

who cares about a bunch of strewn toys

especially ones belonging to another and

all too easily discarded

for bigger, newer, better, prettier toys

of their very own await them back home

so pity not those who have had to leave us

for when you are called

you too will hastily get up

and gladly without any hesitation whatsoever

will run back  to that home

you just can't seem to recall how so very much

you miss now

how do I know this?

we have God's guarantee

and my very own soul speaks in my ear that

such truth slumbers as well in me........

(written Aug 19,2004 1am)