C-P 35 and 36



                                              C.P. # 35
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                                      I'll follow if You lead, 

                             Your Path of life, help me to read

                                 Help us not to bend or break

                           But stand, for You, for Goodness sake

                            I followed close a road and found 

                              I'd plodded into mired ground

                           Where preacher lived high on a hill

                           Paid by the sheep, the poor at will

                     He mocked and shocked as hearts were torn

                       Where sheep be shorn, eaten and worn

                               'For' he touted to the poor

                                'The workman is worthy'

                                 He meant him, for sure

                               We didn't quickly get away,

                             But in Your Light we wish to stay

                                     Thank You God 

                                     You lead us still,

                          Far from that preacher on a hill



                                         C.P. 36
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                             Time is of the essence

                        Which drifts back on the breeze

                             in essences, aromas

                          Of the eucalyptuse leaves

                             Suddenly transported

                           And there we are at play

                       Collecting stones and seashells

                           Off the San Francisco Bay
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Cunningham Avatar
December 31, 2024 at 11:26 PM
It's lovely to look back at our past and you wonder where did it go. Tom
Legros Kelley Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 1:22 PM
It is amazing how life feels so long and stretched out before us while we are young, but like a vapor when we look back on it. My husband and I were talking about this subject last night remembering New Year's Eve 1999, at a friend's party as we all counted back the seconds to the new Year, and new millennium, we were all a tad anxious that at the stroke of midnight the lights would go out! Our friend's teen son and ours had cooked up a practical joke to beat al, at the stroke of midnight they were thinking it would be a riot to switch off the main breaker to the house! They didn't end up doing it for fear they'd cause heart attacks, so, they confessed their idea to us all instead. It seems just like yesterday. We are now one quarter of the way into the first century of the new millenium. How can it be?
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