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Priorities in the Desk Drawer

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Priorities in the Desk Drawer Days are less important, moments have taken on a whole... new, meaning. The shadow of the last rays, are savored, cherished, and prayed for... as to their return. The breath I hear, is ours...together... taken a lifetime hand in hand. Now you are leaving. I don't want you to go. Stay. I know He is ever right, in all things, including choices that are made... to help one another to the end, of our days. My heart is pierced, as was the spear that brought pain and ultimate death... to Him who gave all for us. I bow my head, and know, life is passing quickly, and to relish the here, with our entire being. Today a comfortable, and accepted home, where fear has no room, and the kitchen never closes. Tomorrow, a new place... Angels will come, and help from nowhere... and everywhere. I have seen them before. It is just hard, when I know this time, they are flying for you, for me, for us... Heaven bound my love. No pain, no hurt. Flowers of every color, in gardens that never know frost. Music played all day, by saints that just learned. All will be happy, as God is King. I just need a little more time, between the clock on the wall, and the one in my soul. It is not in sync with the sun, and the moon... where you are concerned. I love you.

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Date: 12/29/2019 7:50:00 AM
Wow Ann a deep deep write my friend - the first three lines of the last verse say it all, and how your priorities are filed! A brilliant write. Blessings, Jennifer.
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