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Choices

CHOICES man rejoices in poor choices the smell of cheap perfume women whispering in the dark veiled by the moon and stars clinking change of broadway but doors close stairways fall wrinkles frown good choices of morning linen freshness of lips sipping tea slowly courting, like a violin a diurnal strand of memories made and shared, a plan wrinkles waft stairways rise open door where the real fun begins a lifetime of youthfulness the fountain is found, and the universe’s lantern is lit all your senses open wide no longer dire a loft of years intangible choir hear Jesus laughter as you ride an adventure of eternal crescendo His joy for you beyond compare you’re the rose-apple of His eye wait my friend wait, slow the mind compare the treasure wormwood bait or crowns of fete 4/9/2018

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Date: 4/16/2018 2:59:00 AM
'Wormwood bait or crowns of fete'. We do have choices. My God is the Universe and for me the story of Jesus is more of a metaphor. But it is a great example of guidance and the 'modern' world seems to have forgotten that need. Kai
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 6/23/2019 11:55:00 AM
For me Jesus is everything! I’ve come to the conclusion you must step over the line of faith to see the other side. Choices. God created the universe...He is worthy of all praise. Hugs, my friend.

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