The Sound
From far away yet so near I could touch it… …not clear nor faint, not hard nor soft …harsh – yet also beautiful, …it echo’s in my mind. Did I imagine it? Was it real? What or who made it? How was it made? There it is again!! Such a strange sound I’ve never before heard… …it’s the witching hour. …all is quiet now. Then I see it – better said her… …Mother Nature smiled at me, …I saw Father Time bow his head, …my time had come. I was not afraid anymore… …I met my Maker, …I was safe now. I had come home to my heart and there sitting by my fire… was the beloved of my life. I accepted my Lord Jesus Christ as my… …Savor.
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JGH
From Durban, South Africa, love the sharks, wwe, arsenal... and occasional poet.
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