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Angelic Message Sent In Last Night's Loving Dream

From the emerald forest love sweetly callin'
From distant star wherein my angel hath fallen
Angelic music, and so very tender voice
Her words, " dearest darling you were my blessed choice"
Our love, was written by a heavenly decree
The was to be always forever, you and me
My darling, please wipe away those sad, falling tears
Our love cannot die, we will have eternal years!

I come to you my love, in this late midnight hour
That in your sorrows, I may help with love's power
Its joy, its memories of how deeply we love
You still earthbound and I loving so far above
I am always with you and our beloved son
Our true love, our bond, such can never be undone!

Dearest, I pray that you now cease and weep no more
I am in Heaven and its precious golden shores
My darling, I watch our son and you night and day
We see your great pain and hear your calls as you pray
Dear, allow time's flow to heal that deep stabbing cut
This world's ghastly darkness, that spout so firmly shut
Know love, now I guard you and our beloved son
Our golden tapestry will be forever spun!

I come to you my love, in this late midnight hour
That in your sorrows, I may help with love's power
Its joy, its memories of how deeply we love
You still earthbound and I loving so far above
I am always with you and our beloved son
Our true love, our bond, such can never be undone!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-08-2022
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Note: 3/08/2022
How could I not sit to write this blessed gift.
That my beloved sent to me last night?
A message born of love, sending hope and
the eternal promise of a future reunification.
One that was so clear, as if my beloved was
standing there before me, at the foot of my
bed.
Such cannot be explained, except as a blessed
and most mercifully divine gift Heavenly sent.
I see light that has arrived today - to drive last
remnants of darkness and epic sorrows away.

Note two:
I felt that my writing was at its end. That life
was to be ever increasing pain and sorrows
But now that dawn and divine blessings have been
gifted. Blindness born of sorrow has been banished
and this soul has been revived. Hope and joy are now
seeds reborn, sprouting buds as I compose… RJL
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