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My mind still does not accept they are gone from this world.
I find myself many a time reaching for a phone
to call them.
 
It is a select group
these souls that were a part of my life.
Some are friends
that cannot ever be replaced
in the deep meaning of their unselfish love of me.
 
Others were my parents
who I never really knew as people.
There was the apple of my eye,
my step-daughter of many years.
Truly the only daughter
I ever knew in my life.
 
There were others
that I would have liked to have known better
they are now gone
without any notice from my life.
 
At times I find them in my thoughts
mind speaking with them about different things
reaching and seeking unresponsive council  from now
an unfamilar place in my heart.
 
I know they are not really gone
they are just in a different place than me
a place that beckons me as my own death comes closer each day.
 
You see I never have gotten comfortable with Death.
So my dear friends
my dearest of loved ones
make a place for me.
 
A place where again
we can laugh and love
and talk about
all that is around us
each day of the eternity before us.
 

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There is a happy place in my mind.
A place of loving memories.
A place where I have experienced love from another.
It is a place that belongs to no other.
It cannot be taken from me.
 
The joyful light that fills that room
cannot be clicked off by anyone.
It was a more gentle time in my life.
A time when another made me feel special.
Their words were kind
their touch was with love.
 
It is the place I am
when you ask me,
“what are you thinking?”
You see
in this place there is no meanest
no words of hurt upon my soul
no seeming lack of thought.
 
You created this special place for me.
It was built word by word by you.
Words of discouragement.
Words of anger.
Words of bitterness.
Finally you reached a point
that you completedly ripped out my heart.
 
In this place
I again
find my heart.
A heart that now remembers
what it was like
to be truly loved
by another.
 

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The question that comes to our minds

is one that asks of the why of our existence.

Many would lead us to believe in only their way to understand.

Each of us are as individual as each star that burns in the heavens.

Each made in His image to sing as a choir of His Love and Praises.

 

The paths to finding ourselves in knowing His Love are many.

Do not be discouraged by the selfish ends of many

or those who make fun and light of your way of praising the Lord.

The Lord’s knowledge of His Love did not end with the Bible

or any other works that come before you.

Continue on your path of discovery

without discouragement.

 

Continue to write your poems of your love of the Lord.

Continue to sing the songs of your love that are created by His inspiration.

For His Love is everlasting and never-ending in its song and words.

Remember you are never alone in sharing your praises of Love with Him.

 

He will be there long after all those who attempted to hurt you

and discourage you

are long gone from this earth

as well as the heavenly place

He has waiting for you.  

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There are times
that reaching back in our memories
is the only way we can attempt
to rediscover happiness in our present lives.
 
As hard as we try
those memories remain swirling mists
from the times of our fleeing youth
never felt again
nor tasted.
 
We cry out in an agony of painful want
but find no release.
Could this place in our lives
be but a preview
of an unending terrible hell?
 
We are only left with an undisclosed  fear
that possibly a heaven does not exist,
but is a creation of imagination
out of our own fears. 
 
“Is this all there is?” we whisper
in a silent room in our minds.
Only by our prayers
to our Lord
prior to our earthly deaths
will we find joys beyond the ones
we have experienced in this world.
 
We will find glorious happiness in another world
by the promises of His Word.
Upon that moment
let what was my blinded eyes
in the temporary joys of this world
be opended again
to the eternal glory of His Name.
 
 

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To all it seemed all was well with the Pastor.

Within his heart he knew the mask he worn was false

for his heart was false in his represented Love of Jesus.

He had known this for a very long time.

His Father was a preacher and he carried the burden 

of a preacher’s son.

He knew deep within his own soul

he was not worthy of walking in the sandals of Jesus.

He knew of many he had hurt with the evil that lurked

in his own heart.

Yet he always felt too important to admit his wrongs.

He noticed it this morning upon awakening. 

His hands were trembling.

As the day passed on

the trembling became worse.

He now knew that his trembling hands

would never again

be able to hold

upon his death

the keys to heaven.

 

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It was a simple glass bottle,
that gave me a gift of song,
that day.
It was a beautiful sunny day,
on the waterfront side of my home.
With a fresh cold, iced beer,
I sat on the back porch.
The breeze was beautiful as diamonds of light,
sparkled off the water before me.
A curious thing happened as I slowly drank that beer.
The outside wind played through the empty part of the bottle. 
A song, like no other, played through the glass.
It was a haunting song of eons,
from another time.
As I drank more liquor from the bottle,
the song changed in pitch to a sweeter song.
It came to me at that moment,
that God’s gifts to us are never ending.
In prayer,
I gave thanks to God,
for His gifts to me,
that day,
and the song of the bottle.
 
 
 

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Within each of us,
lies an unnamed magic.
We are like shining mirror,
reflecting the beauty,
the eternal power of creation,
of our Lord and God.
We are His perfection,
in His creation.
Our Lord’s every joy
abounds in us.
Have faith and believe.
The joy and wonder,
of our eternities,
lies before us,
in the wonder of His work.

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Fear not in returning to the den of thy enemies,
the Lord is thy shield against all thy enemies.
The Lord has declared the destruction
of all those,
who curse you,
slander you,
plot against you,
and attempt to destroy you.
Return to the den of thy justice,
and tribulation in hand.
Watch,
as justice is carried out,
as the heads of thy evil enemies,
roll beneath your feet. 

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Last night, my dear friend Paul Yeager of McKinney, Texas passed away.  Paul was one of the last true American war hero’s who served unselfishly the McKinney, Texas’ community for many years.  Reference this link: http://www.turrentinejacksonmorrow.com/detail.php?id=6218   This poem is dedicated to his family:
 
 
If I should die before you
I will await you on a silver beach
with a golden sun.
 
If I should die before you
time will not move
until your steps are heard behind me.
 
I will know it is you.
I will hear your eternal breath
your low laughter as you approach
to join me.
 
If I should die before you
on the most perfect of days
together we will watch the waves
the breakers making only the most
perfect of patterns.
 
It will be a world that never has a bad day
on a silver beach
with a golden sun
in a special place
for you and me.

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