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A soul's path II : Waiting for dawn to come
And as I sit on the window seat,
staring at the storm raging in the twilight of an old day,
I fight the need to go outside.
I want to run, run and dance ´til dawn,
escaping from what keeps me caven,
my voice competing with the thunder above
and my light shining for once like a lightning strike.
Literature
My Dad
6/3/2002 5:51:01 PM
My Dad was: Strong, silent and serious. He was funny, witty, and charming. He was wise, intelligent, and smart. He was strict, unbending, yet flexible. He was dedicated, driven, and successful. He was loving, loyal, and wacky. He was a loving husband, father, brother, son, and friend. He was respected, honored, and fiercely protective of his family and country. He reputation rang through the hallowed halls of the US Army Medical Corps. He was fair, honest, and straightforward. He was brought low before his time by a thin wall in his aorta. When the news spread of his untimely demise, visitors came from far and
Literature
The World's True Light
It fell upon a winter’s night
Two thousand years ago
A Babe was born, ’neath starry light,
To save us all from woe.
His Mother, Mary, gave Him birth
All in a cattle shed,
And wise men came across the earth
With gifts, as it is said.
They brought Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
And owned Him as their King,
For He was their Deliverer;
His praises they did sing.
The shepherds also to Him came
At an angelic word,
And praised the Saviour’s Holy Name,
For He was Christ the Lord,
That Child was born to save us all
Upon that starry night;
Though born inside a cattle stall,
He is the world’s true Light.
(Tuesday, 19th Decemb
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