Poetry.

Silver wishes roam from my heavenly home-

Where, my father sits on his majestic throne!

Pure, sweet angels guard me with love.

The Holy Ghost descends and soars in my heart, like a dove.

Pain and sorrow give me hope for a better tomorrow.

Precious children of God; What I wouldn’t do to meet you someday even if- It’s after this life and far away.

This hope I have within me—like a fire will never dim!

Your possibilities surround me and reach inside my skin!

Today I’ll pray and fast for you my future child!

Someday I’ll see you with the help of the meek and mild!

Spring 2012

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