SOUL HOOD

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JOURNAL #33

pleasure findeth not

the lonely adviser

just as imminent strife

harketh not

the gentleman who fears the wiser

such fondness of the trampled

speaks wonders to the Father's ear

his creatures collide

and counter collide

searching without the spiritual eyes

so desperately needed

to see all that is worth seeing

so clear

even in our small muddled self made

miseries

we are afloat in ever present

spiritual safety and love

it is our own limited man's perceptions

that see other wise a most fearing

and negative view

God sees us for who we really are

babes in his earthly play pen

having a brave go

at a darkened existence

foolishly perceiving that he

our loving, doting father

is never in the room

of course we would think this

but just because we can not see

him

does not  mean he is not there

behind us smiling so proudly

at our attempts to

mature enough to walk in our own

path and eventually run right

back to his open awaiting arms

better for having grown enough

to live away from him for a time..........

(March 2, 2008 204am)














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