That paths you travel will, forever, bear
more fruits of good hope than thorns of despair
remains (while this poem stands) my heartfelt prayer
for you, I launch these words, through time and space,
to carry your name to the Throne of Grace.
J-9thxciv
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Dancing in the Light shower.
Dancing in the Light shower. Thank you! This precious gift, wrapped in your signature grandeur, means more than you know. May God "carry your name to the Throne of Grace" as well and may it shine forever.
As I read some previous words
As I read some previous words from you, the Poem came into my mind unbidden, unplanned, and almost demanding that I pause and post And, being slightly less of a jerk then I was three decades ago, I have learned to listen to that little voice. That was the voice that told me, on a Friday night in July, 1974, to step outside of my parents' house and stand in the driveway staring up at the post-midnight sky. I have never forgotten that experience, or the view I was given. When that voice says write a poem, I listen. I suspect, and gladly hope, that that same voice will call me at the moment my earthly life ends. I did not write the poem; it was written elsewhere for you, and I only posted it. And I talk too much sometimes.
J-9th94
Thank you for being a vessel
Thank you for being a vessel of hope. I'm positive the celestial voice will come through as clear as ever when you transition to your true home.
Don't stop talking.
Thank you for saying that.
Thank you for saying that.
J-9th94