There will always be war on hep c
"The Warrior" Computer Graphics By : Jeyson Roberts Of Canada ( Rat) (TrashCanPoet)
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Wednesday and a moon, Jupiter, Spring teasing our souls, the earth feeling a bit restless, it's inhabitants , many have eyes wide open, on the lookout, with a gleam of speculation...the kind found in an old souls knowing eyes, and a sprinkle of trepidation, from the salt in the wounds, a wind of uncertainty whistles by....and small blue flowers, like old friends stop by to remind you...of endurance and faith. None of this is invalid, the only thing that is , fills each of us so often we might forget to notice! So many here, keep holding each other up, giving hope, information, inspiration, thoughts, prayers, and the sun, the rain, dirt that sprouts a cold seed....into green life...these things are always around us. The ones who love are still sharing it, and the ones who are hiding their pain are feeling the whisper of a caring wind. So many of us choose to take the time to connect, learn, love pray and vent freely in this place of sharing and hope...it is a microcosm of the worl...
.. Good morning Facebook Family heart emoticon Here we are in a land of broken dreams, hearts, spirits, and in the throws of everyday communication. Here we are in the house of the rising sun, waking up with the blessing of another day, another chance to move mountains. I for one am very grateful to share a little piece of my heart with you. Winter blues and melancholy looms an inch above our heads some days, God please help those suffering with old scars that our family carries. Let them know we love them so. All we have to do is pray. Send me an Angel, to comfort and restore our love and appreciation for having life, life is not exactly what we had dreamed of, it can be cold and cruel, this brings underlying depression to the surface for some of us, do not allow it to ruin the whole day, it can be cleansed, washed in a pool of deep thought and understanding. Let the pain go down the drain. Everyone has their limits, and I pray for those boundaries to be br...
A Letter From HIM
Hello, Hello it's me, can you hear me, I must have called a thousand times. Hello from the other side, hello from the outside. Jesus, can you hear me, I'm just a sinner, looking to be a winner and I've stumbled again, blurry from the tears all of these fears are stealing the joy you gave us all. They say time is supposed to heal, but this pain is still so real. At least I can say that I've tried, and through these tears I've cried all these years...