Walking quietly down the aisle towards the altar, seeing my Lord standing there before me, giving me a sign of future answers being given.
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Autonomous gatherings of ideas being generated by sorrow, grief and remorse.
Letting go without a word left, sorrow’s tears now replacing words in verse.
Whistling down avenues of life,
and place them in my mind’s memories.Resisting temptations every momentof transpiring solitude.Beginning an easy gait, as walkingdown shady lanes, I remember to prayand listen for God’s answer.
Tomorrow shines beneath clouds of today’s destiny,
of life through ages.Watching ever forward, seeing visions showing manyaspects yet to be discovered in imagination.
Against the wall of recognition, officers’ pictures are hung in respectful places, carrying their memories with great dignity.
Protecting us all from the evils that befall life, yet they fall at the hands of evil human beings.Leaving their own families to the protection of officers who are still living and following the codes of compassion and caring.
Sliding down aisles, participating in
Style, grace, movement in talented stepsof country excitement.