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Feb 2015
Here comes the pain,
the emotional turmoil inside.
Wishing it would all go away,
all my eyes want to do is cry.

There is no savoring of life,
dreams have disappeared .
Which way is it to unlock peace?
Where is this peace anyway?

Look unto the heavens,
the stars in the night sky.
Peace has a way of finding the yearning heart,
good things will happen for ones down and out.

All the pressures of the day will melt,
the heart is rejuvenated in accordance.
The passage seems to be a rhyme of life,
A praise lifted up into the air.

Contrary to misbelief,
all one needs is a little faith.
The seeds that are planted grow,
it doesn't moves mountains,
but it sure moves with a purpose,
something dreams are made of.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   Adrian Betz
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