~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #22
Why not-we begin ... today?
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~ juries out, ~
~ breakfast's on, ~
~ behind me ~
~ rising ~
~ the Sun, ~
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~ friends, my ~
~ heart grateful ~
~~~ is open"" ~~~
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~ In complete abandon... This season I am left here. As up and coming it is brought to me,
the glorious nature of my shining Son, and so... so here he comes now, the purest kind of awakening for me,
and the sweetest joy of my hearts delight! Our young one... Jamie... Just a running...
Yes our little boy in those pull up Pampers. Just glowing, like the burning of the morning Sun ... . ~
~ As so, and so as well now she can be found to be as free... My precious Wife,
tenderly floating around and just a humming within the kitchen, and as I go-in-just to kiss her...
I know that I am well... because I can always be certain of this. The dear heart,
she is breakfast cooking for us again, and like the gentle plains have been sent to rain.
To move she always does so as to nurture us with the fervent nature of her love,
and so now... So with it being the Lords day and all. ~
~ Today we are all going home to see Him, and to hear what moved our gracious Pastor... He has been
brought to say... ~
~ For He too is a shining congregate in the blessing with us all, and when I am moved myself... I look to see
Jamie.
Our little boy wee small in those pull up Pampers. Fold His tiny little hands, and start to pray, and as so... So
I am taken in...
Yes by the very vision and pureness of His perfect innocence, and overall the sweet and ever certain, and
absolutely beautiful.
Enchanting tenderness of his fragile understanding, and the honest, and forever resilient way,
the one so treasured by me now of the compelling nature of his simple and unconditional openness to God...
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
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