Here highlight the word of the I Am.! I will make a nation
Mighty from Ishmael..Eldest son of Abraham.' Not a religion' but yet
A nation.' Now be aware God has an eternal plan! this
Involves not the Synagouge of satan.' Who trialled by night
The (Son of Man) so here I call out from the watchtower
Haste before the night is too deep, I call Israel also to return to Him noa! you've spent far too long asleep.' Enter by
The narrow path, that Jesus walks along.' And follow close
Behind Him' for He will sheild you from.' All the ties of satan
All those horeyed lies.' His way is the one and only way.' To get all to
The Fathers side.'
Warm is the journey's end where tepid spirits play
On beaches of smiling sand and azure sun drenched shore
Birds circle the westerly winds from the lands so far away
To the isle that "te tia nei anae", stands alone forever evermore
Joy filled voices abound with singing and laughter each day
For the simple life teems and flows with the fruits of kindness
Compelling the castaway with lost gratitude to say...
Live! "I Ora Na" and lift the veil of their downhearted blindness
She bathes us with an ocean deeply jubilant holding its treasure of peace
While the winds whisper the vespers "A tia noa mai" Please stay!
Embrace and behold this beauteous sun spirit that never will cease
Be anchored in my crystal sea paradise circled in my scented lei
Birds circle the westerly winds from the lands so far away
Warm is the journey's end where tepid spirits play
My granddaughter
at a young age
called me Noa,
a little bit missing
the mark, but
she found
the L in the nick
of time before
I had to build
an ark.
for Elizabeth
Met on a journey
shared nothing
he just a coup d'oeil
she gave noa glance
he was too annoying creature
she was quiet and feisty
sparks flew but wasnt any fireeyes met, talks shared
silences heard and departed....
coincidentally encountered again And separated
weirdly skirmished destiny or what dont know made them meet
brushed again,
silences broke,
words formulated,
both stunned
she more than him.. may be...
flummoxed on each other
she questioned nature
he unfazed
shadows or reflections unknowingly known;
silences began to understand; may be
miles untravelld yet
hindrances infinite
mysteries unsolved
mazes of "why" but no answers
no clue where destination is.......
do paths lead to same or different terminus....
time will tell.
meanwhile whichever end awaited...
he willl keep alluring girls or will she be wary?
answers unknown
just time will reveal all
and guide travellers.....
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