The Clock

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The Clock The dial on the wall, hands upon it, hands upon me. All wrong, in ways that can not be counted, or timed or made to pass... into the past, without pain. The TV spouts "lockdown", and mountains of fear. They have no idea, what ugly is all about. He never leaves. He is always home. I can not leave. I am here now. Not alone. Until... I am not. Lord open the doors, to the outside. Give us all another chance, or let us go home. The place I live now, is a prison, the making of devil(s), in the dark, collaborated by, the mass media of hate. Time is running out. The hourglass is broken. Sand is expensive, and "they" will do... what they must, to pay for it. This is for those locked in with evil people they can not get away from. A prayer for you...

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Sand Blown

Date: 7/2/2020 11:03:00 PM

...hoilycomoily….one heavy duty read.... all the best to you....my thoughts go with you...…….stan sand

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 5/28/2020 12:40:00 PM

I haven't forgotten you my dear friend Ann - I think of you often and how you are doing whilst our worst enemy still invades the world. I seem to have lost thread of what I am doing and have so much to catch up with, don't know where to start. This is a wonderful message to all those terrified people in lock down with devils. Blessings Jennifer. Be Safe. Love and hugs, Jennifer.

Ann Foster
Date: 5/28/2020 2:40:00 PM

Hurray... and hugs upon hugs... be safe my dear friend. This will pass. God is beyond all measure... and his promises are true. The tea tree is decorated... The party... you are invited... we will laugh and sing... it will be wonderful. Do not fear.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 5/26/2020 1:45:00 PM

This is a hot topic up here too as domestic violence rates rise. Compassionate poem, as well as posessing cutting truth; well done. xomo

Ann Foster
Date: 5/28/2020 2:41:00 PM

Ever you are so kind. Hugs and blessings on your day. We must watch out for each other. We must create a web... a safety net for the silent...that they be safe... if not directly... when we can as often as possible.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/26/2020 10:06:00 AM

This is straight from the aching heart--many can relate to in these difficult times. You gave them a voice, Ann. Well done, indeed!

Ann Foster
Date: 5/26/2020 10:28:00 AM

You are every so kind my friend. God give you safety and peace... and a blessed day... Ann

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/25/2020 9:50:00 PM

"The place I live now, is a prison, the making of devil(s), in the dark, collaborated by, the mass media of hate." - I do believe some people feel they are stuck and cannot ever get away. I think you wrote this really well my friend

Ann Foster
Date: 5/25/2020 11:09:00 PM

Escape is hard. There is danger in even trying. Angels around those in need. This has been a sad time for so many. Blessings on your house. God give you hope and good days ahead... In his mighty son's name... Jesus... Amen... hugs.. Ann