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 Mar 2018 Nancy E Tracy
Word Hobo
her first cry

never   teared your eyes


her first smile

never   dimpled your cheeks


her first giggle

of joyous recognition

never   mothered your heart


her first word

never   tickled your ears


her first step

never   reached your arms



almost



a prayerful pause ~ spindles time

through its aperture ~ she has your eyes !

‘tho a minutest inflection ~ you see your face !

what joyous recognition ~ self ~ in-dwelt

her flutter ~ divinely felt



You named her   Grace



gv 18.29.3  18a
He has gave his Life for me over two thousand years ago.
Still today he is at work in Saving me from all sort of things.
Especially from myself, he is saving not just me but humanity.
He is so busy Saving so many people from so many things indeed.
For he truly does Love the Human Race enough to Die for us.
Good Friday is the day that He went to the Cross to die for us.
Over two thousand years has pass , since he went to the Cross.
Still he is Saving us from so many different things today here.
Since he has died for you way back then, will you Live for him.
Repenting from sins, knowing that he died for you as well my Friend.
This here Good Friday evening 2018 praying for each of you.
For each and everyone of you are very special and Loved too.
 Mar 2018 Nancy E Tracy
Mary-Eliz
Beloved new child
love incarnate
your spirit brings great bliss
with smile so endearing
eyes full of life
cheeks as soft as a kiss

May you always know
how much you are loved
and how much is within
your reach

Sweet be your dreams
few be your storms
with rainbows following each

May music and song
abide in your heart
a dance ever at your toes

May you know harmony
contentment and love
and may you stay
eternally young
Love is the book you always wanted to read
I place myself in the center of room
as you panic to pack up your stuff,
being careful that nothing is left behind.
There are flowers growing in the corners of the room
that ask you to stay.
There are green skies
that we painted.
There are flaws your and mine
that decorate this wall.
There are TV channels
that we can surf through,
there are days to be wasted.
And I want to waste them with you.



I want you to stay.
I almost blurt it out.
But had it not been for these flowers and skies
and days written in color of your name,
I could have left
to find the dreams I never had.
There is a chandelier
of blood red glass
of your sighs and goodbyes.
I know you are not running away from me
but from our devils,
from our destruction,
that lay between us
every night.
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