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The story that follows is more than a tale;
It's evidence truly that love can not fail.
As man seeks a mate; a lover divine
he finds that their spirits forever entwine!

It's deep in the autumn in Everglade Park
when Thomas and Sarah embrace in the dark.
Said Thomas to Sarah, 'O, love of my life....'
-in knee-bended reverence-....'will you be my wife? '

Two weeks and a day after then they were wed.
When knelt on the altar together, they said:
'For better, for worse, or whatever may be,
I always will love you for eternity! '

They went to the park in autumn for years,
and there they embraced with passionate tears.
'I love you, my beauty' To her he would say
close to her ear, in a sensual way.

Ten years and a day after they became one
Sarah would die, and leave Thomas alone....
broken and shattered inside by her death,
Thomas was cold as his wintery breath.

Alone in their house for weeks at a time
Thomas was quiet; no rhythm to rhyme.
Never expecting that death could divide
the joy in his heart, nor the solace inside.

Yet, in his despair, not a tear did he shed
for the love of his life: fallen and dead.
But, months would go by, and pressure embark
that Thomas must visit sweet Everglade Park.

He valiantly walks in the crisp autumn air
on the eve of a night that fate would prepare.
Almost at dusk he enters the park
where once he and Sarah had kissed in the dark.

He stands for a moment, and then starts to cry
and lets it all out; his tears can not lie:
held close to his heart, now outward they flow.
Yet, in this collapse, a presence would grow!

At first 'round his ankles, then up to his knees,
a crystal white mist comes in with the breeze.
Now the mist has him completely surrounded,
and what he beholds would leave him astounded....

What enters the park, through the entrance's gate:
A bright silhouette, with purity great.
As closer to Thomas the personage nears
he stares with amazement, and stops with his tears.

In front of him now, as he's never seen,
is the spirit of Sarah, most perfect and clean.
She smiles at him, and he smiles, too.
They stand and just stare for a second or two....

And then they get closer and kiss in the mist,
and she comforts Thomas with what he has missed....
'For better, for worse, or whatever may be,
I always will love you for eternity.'

Each other they hold, for a minute or so
and then, in his arms she whispers, 'I go....
But, when you are cold, and in need of love
come here and cry in this Everglade grove.'

The mist and the spirit dissolve in the air....
Softly said Thomas to the cool autumn air...
'For better, for worse, or whatever may be,
I always will love you for eternity.'
In the hallows by the sea

ran a lonely boy

Stumbling and distantly

looking for the shore.

Snarl and bite, fearful flight

through the fog and rain.

No more is there sacred peace

upon the broken plain.

Dashing, slicing through the muck

not a chance to rest

puffing out fatigue and fear

from his pounding chest.

Suddenly, fatefully

the chase is now at end.

He runs into a clearer view

and body meets the sand.

Consciousness awakes the boy

not just taste is bland.

Shivering, soaking wet

atop the naked sand.

Raining ceased, fog decreased

out, he looked, to see

an ocean, lifeless as a corpse-

true and loyal be.

Down onto the sand he laid

his head of good intent.

He mumbled praise to start his days

of which his faith was meant.

Up he got, death be not,

limping down the shore

in a lighted wooded realm

none had seen before.
Shape your heart
mold your soul

to your great eternal goal.

Sink the ship
end the fight

if it is not for the right.

Kneel in faith
stand for truth

starting in your early youth.

Build your ground,
Solid; Sure

that atop you may endure!
I stand amidst a turbulent storm

inside my soul.

I stand tall as winds take form

and waves begin to roll.

Atop the rock on which I stand

I am steady

as terror reigns across the land

and darkness encompasses me.

Looking out, I see ahead

wars, death, and sorrow:

The music of a tragic dread

felt today, and seen tomorrow.

But, on this rock of glory,

I stand tall.

Amidst the shadow of this story

I have might, and will not fall.

A whisper says 'You're not alone! '

I turn around

and see several standing on the stone:

A multitude renowned!

For as woes capture, and saddened fates steal

we stand strong

upon the rock on which we place our zeal:

The rock we've stood on all along!
I see her dancing in the night:
A glory to behold!
Her beauty precious more than gold,
in my opinion's sight!

She shows me in tranquilities
what this soul seldom ever sees-
The spirit to attract my gaze,
and all my passions to amaze!

I see a daughter beaming bright
and, in her dancing, show-
in awe-some admonition's glow-
that she bears heaven's light!

A festival of harmonies!
A symphony of melodies!
She dances in her youthful days:
A virtuous presence she displays!

Let her vigor, pow'r, and might
so manifest in zeal...
Let, through her dance: so pure, so real,
inspire my cause to fight!

Let it confound the mysteries
of what mortality oft sees,
and open paths to better ways,
that Hosts above we may amaze!
I see amazing sights
as I'm blinded by the lights.

Lights of color
Lights of bright

Shining clearly
Day and night.

'Who am I? '
my heart screams

as it sees amazing things
through the veil of blinding light

Shining clearly
Day and night.

Friends of young.
Foes of old.

Days of hot.
Nights of cold.

Family...
It is there.

Loving,
living,
everywhere

There it stays
and remains.

Through the winds.
Through the rains.

Even through the blinding light

Shining clearly
Day and night.
I hear her singing in the day,

in tune to my desires...

She knows how to ignite the fires

that to my essence stay.

O, sweet the wond'rous song she sings!

How beautiful her carol rings!

O, sweet the song...it nurtures me

and opens up my heart to see!

O, that she knew the precious way

to which, my soul, she speaks!

She evermore, on mountain peaks,

would trump her song away!

O, what the world would beckoned hear;

A hymnal psalm to every ear!

Every man on earth would be

blessed to hear her melody!

As the trees and flowers sway

against an autumn breeze,

she has swayed my soul with ease;

A marvel to this day.

And though mortality oft stings;

Her tender, wond'rous carol brings

a meaning that is meant, to me,

the very point I choose to be!
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