An Honest Fate Thine Tender Arms A Moment Within Eden Chapter 9 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

That there is any person still suffering all alone, with the prospect lacking still of hope; this is still a simple fact of our continuing indifference that is the considerable cause of this. If we all would reach out to provide this for them, we will never have to ask this question again. Neither would they!

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Yes; I seek life like the warmth of a long tight hug from a really good friend and the toast of a wanton kiss. And so still now caught up in the moment I set my mind to the generous craft, of prose poetry. So again To my Father, I asked: Papa, What about Spring?

"He replied to me: No, I don't know how best to show you Son exactly, but yes; I'll try to explain."

"You are a true blessing friend.

I live every day like I am homeless. A willingly broken man I am.

"This effort offers me every chance to remain, in touch with my regrets, as just as much and as well as all of my gratitude for them in just how I apply myself towards this effort, (H)onestly, (O)pen-mindedly, as well as (W)illingly."

"Yes, this effort all makes and keeps me humble."

"Our Creator blesses all of us abundantly within our efforts towards these three principles."

"Just as much as we support another and surrender ourselves to their true needs, we are ourselves, kept whole, useful, clean, and sober-minded, spiritually, emotionally, and as well as physically within any moment."

"Killdeer's draw you far, far away from their nest." "Bluebirds holler to all about this." "Hungry Father Fox he knows about this." "Kinder yes I think much gentler Spring; Son." "When the rejuvenation is just first arriving." This all reminds me of the back and breaststrokes while holding your breath while doing a crazy twirl." "All the World alive with energy all surrounded by one another." "Abiding together with one another in warmth."

"I saw three of them try and Kamikaze my humble dog one day." "Samba just hit the grass rolled over and boxed away at them old BlueJay birds on his back yelping!" "I laugh now!" "Yup "Ha! "Haha yes; this is all too funny truly, you know Son?" "Yes, I mean "Woe!" "This was a truly close one for him, I guess!" "He was just a pup then Son."

"The very best way to compare this effort; I would think Spring:

"The hands of time are alliterated." "Spring is but the brunt of this." "Each Season carry's snow-capped Mountains, Berries in the Valleys, Lilies in the Meadow, Pine in the Woods, Squirrels rummaging around with one another within the trees."

"Son, Bird-dogs are quite capable of pointing this out!" "As still this Hope presently exists: "Oh yes Son this is Spring, yes; this truly is I believe its sweet Rejoinder to us for all of our Winter's Supplications." "The Harvest of the Wheat in the Fall." "Spring rains I feel remind us." "The Summer Sun always toasting the memory's, golden brown."

"Yes, Son, Spring is all the tell, tell songs sung for all of those often too quick; and silent Summers." "Yes, Son Summers, sweet; warm those bygone days long. "Strung all out tucked each one right there set just left of the middle. Every day, each just like the other." Yes, Son, I pray that the Good Lord carry them before all of us ever-merely, and grant for us always; their solace, their Peace, to remember."

Sweet Summer days yes willing they all remember.

"Timeless moreover following Love joyous delighting yes bubbling over within itself can be found dancing away; upon the crispness mid the gathering up beading up high upon the early June; Morning Dew." "Winter shades of Pail Grey cast their eyes upon them too." "Overt all cry out as they sing our Creator watching His Grace knowing worthy Autumn always, welcomes in the Rain."

"Yes oh of virtue Tiny Hatchlings of Many can be seen, as in unison they all bellow out in their innocence!" '"As driven by Their hunger; remaining open weeping high in the Willow Father watches, lying ready." "As in their mouth puking this up Mother eager, in Her goodness, offers Them Food."

"Yes, I have to hold on to our Creator's Love Son to be able to hear here and feel -- even more to see; to let this all go; pass it on Oh yes the suffering needs to be over. I want to dance again." "Run asunder surrender as the lowly grasshopper's teas the faithful Mantis." "Yes, I want to be as gracious as the Lamb the Lion ever bolder.

"Yes, Because when looking at it all now, yes I have stolen Son, we all have, or we still will, black as the wanton Widow." "No, I wouldn't, now, you know though if I had to do it all again because since then I know their beauty only as willful. God bless them in their humility." "Carry me, Help me, Father, to be as hopeful."

"Yes, Son, time bold presses on; bartering two times one time three times more; four times a sailor." "Given this, I've given nothing, I've just about taken everything once, hope lost crying, dying." "Perfection where is this, except dwelling all within ourselves and all transfixed within any moment." "What is it that I carry now, friend?" "Nothing for You, time, this has all run out on me; left me with the baggage, all that I own.

"No, I didn't accept our Creator, just as I do today." "No, I couldn't, no I simply wouldn't give to Him." "I feared Him I wouldn't, no I couldn't submit to His Patient Hand offer Him my heart."

"Yes, Son the ground it comes up fast!" "Rushing, raging Time, tick tock tick tick tick tock, tick." "Knowing nothing from nowhere time, like flies; on the wall, this here's everything!" "Yes, Son this sees that truly Good Ever-Grand is our Creator, evolving freely with us openly, vibrantly." "Two times one time three times more; four times a Sailor."

"Oh yes; of struggle, prudent sacrifice and triumph funny how things always remain." "The colors of America blend fading into Hot Summer." "High Noons of Virtue; Grace, backrooms sweaty barbershops they first bellowed out the melodies carrying Americas tunes!"

"Bluegrass; Jazz, good old Swing time, and Folk; that Rock and Roll, the Blues, Son." "Yes, they drift now from junkie old garages; the subtle basements of today." "Yes, some things I hope always remain, stay the same." "Albeit because, this country, I could not call as much, a home." "Yes, because what is the latter of both of its struggle and triumph; if it's not its sacrifice for this being captured; merely in the beauty, of a song?"

"Yes, the eyes spilling over, Son? "Opening up the gateway the lips murmuring their passion." "The heart the guide knows the higher the mountain, longer is the journey to own and to share in Peace with all life." "With a soul full, filled with denial; yes greater is the struggle home." "Grace the compass, Faith Hope the weight of the Truth fixating forevermore the pointer, Love the emotion, time the honest jester ultimate, relevant are they." "Raw their fledgling desire refined yes then redefined by and with our Creator." "Forevermore leading the weary soul moreover into their own."

"Overt their joy skipping elated."

"Yes, the less that I allow for our Creator to help me to accept, the harder this moment and more is to accept later as we go along in this way." "Because, yes, I know now, Son, I can see Love exults eternally, universal peace, and so I say Love in its generosity, pardons all." "Yes, and perfect and the servant in their fervent manner; integrity, receptivity, and amenability, illustrious and moreover devoted in their richness, breed thy greater influence of our Creator's Peace throughout the years.

"Sanctifying themselves forever in their innocence. Becoming the fortunate prize, an altruistic offering, and humble sacrifice; given for all to embrace through faith; a certain repose; and everlasting liberty."

"While clemency yield's to this. Yes, this effort carries a double edge sword." "Yes, oh Thy generous clemency, emancipates knavery's tomfoolery, and so suggested to me, and granted as a wonderful opportunity, our Creator's Grace is the universal proposition dancing through time hand in hand within the arms of love." "Relishing in the promotion of our Creator's deliverance of all of us."

"So, and now; I say, when this hope of our day's reprieve; has come to pass; beckon us on to know this simple delight, and Lord old us in Thy Loving Keep."

"Yes, Son, I pray that our Creator brings us Thine Heavenly Kite to greet us upon our death." "Yes, our greatest time of need and that He would pick us up within the gentle comfort of Her Wings." "Yes, Son, I pray that He raises us up, and hears us in our plea." "Oh Yes Lord liberate us!" "Carry our soul off with her to Thee." "Let thy love shower down over all of us." "So that we may embrace for ourselves again!"

"Thine tender arms of Mercy."

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