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Dreaded was the dawn dawn's morning light, every dawn a spotlight on my perpetual night nowhere to hide if not for the shadows between all star gazing not for glitter and beam -- just to close my eyes --- escape into dream -- ----------------------------------------- but God is with us no matter how far our travel, whether clear heights or cloudy towers of Babel -- He counts not our battles, nor makes ledgers of sin only seeks a sliver opening for His Christ invited in.....

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Date: 6/4/2024 2:14:00 PM
I do know the Bible stories, and I enjoy those references in the poems. I enjoy the spirituality in your verses.
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Joe Dimino
Date: 6/7/2024 7:14:00 AM
Thank you, Hilda; have a beautiful day! Blessings.
Date: 6/4/2024 10:09:00 AM
Sometimes i do stargaze, not just for the glitter and silver that sparkles, but in darkness to escape to a realm where dreams are beautiful and nothing like the chaos around, i thought of that as i read this poem! How very well written is this. You always leave an impression and one that gets readers to feel and ponder upon! Pleasure reading this! Sending you light always
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Joe Dimino
Date: 6/7/2024 7:16:00 AM
Hi IE. That's all that I do...try to open a new door and invite the reader to explore with me. I know nothing by myself.
Date: 6/4/2024 7:19:00 AM
- Joe, lovely written :) - hugs
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Joe Dimino
Date: 6/7/2024 7:17:00 AM
Hi Anne -- have a beautiful day. Blessings!
Date: 6/4/2024 2:35:00 AM
Excellent observation. I dread this world with its liberties. Did he die in vain? I think not.
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Joe Dimino
Date: 6/7/2024 7:23:00 AM
Not from our point of view -- I am far from good, but thanks to His Lead getting better by awkward increments.

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