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Yestderday's News The visions came through,
my ideas for writing poetry.
A year before all the grief,
pain and horrific sorrow.
Spiritualism had knocked at my door,
I was filled with hope, love and joy.
Many centered around the possibility of miracles,
not just being an illusion but a reality.
God started talking to me when my fingers typed,
a unique and special communication between us.
I never questioned why those words came to me,
yet knew great emotion was connected, linking my future.
God was ahead of the game and I was his player,
happy to be a part of the team, trusting in the process.
Although, a stumbling block has happened in regards to healing,
no more talk of miracles until I see it for real.
God says to be patient and to stay very still,
life is in motion and the prophesy is true.
Together we shall mend the loopholes,
fill in the gaps, building a bridge to protect my good.
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Quietly, I trust in unforeseen answers to appear,
as always my heart is founded in his omnipotent consciousness.
My faith continues in life, whether I can see his hand in mine,
I hold it out for him to grab waiting like a small child.
Father in heaven knows best, never wavering, is my love,
nothing can take that away, my cup runneth over in gratitude.
For I have been given the greatest gift ever dreamt of, to know God,
filled with joy for finding such a true friend, a part of me, here forever.
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