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Dec 2011
True Home


I was just passing on my way to heaven earthen paths stretch over the years and the lives of others
When they know not they are speaking the loudest when they enter dark paths the pain they feel floods
My soul they are then dearer than many sun sets of beauty because all of their heart is revealed
Nothing hidden all is purest truth all that they ever yearn to be is made clear through blessed tears
The weary sigh reaches over great distances it appeals because they are the product of heavenly dreams
That stream through earths wayward isles and contradict vanity and shallowness there is no place for
Ingenious ideas when all that is being sought is designs that is unfamiliar to the unkind and ******
That only walks for themselves but a rich life is not made by what you earn alone in the workplace
But it’s after effects what do you do to bless others make their lives a story that resounds in triumph
It takes getting yourself out of the way and considering the dreams and hopes of others more important
Than your own by self the accomplishments will be few but when you harness the great potential in
Others fan the flame by love and support that is so needed in a world that is negative charged tears will
Stop there flow smiles will glow untrimmed lights will rise from earths plane reaching heaven’s heights
Sparking delights not only will the evergreen in the window shine but trees of all kinds will be fired by
Light they will light many a pathway and in their burning life’s hidden yearning will be released you will
Be the generator and the benefactor too slow down and read the signs of the souls that are passing you
Every day from just a whisper thunder can be born the kind that gives comfort and deep joy to the
Hearers no bogus thoughts will live when you stir your heart with kindness give the best that dwells in
You I hear the sounds of much laughter born on the wind because you took to care and gave yourself
Away just like the father from a manger to a destiny never dreamed of before there are still big jobs and
dreams that are waiting just for your particular flame you alone can set the tender ablaze never say
you don’t amount to anything you have God’s breath in your body exhale and see and feel the wonder
it releases into a hurting world were only here for a little while then its time to fly away home bless you
at this  holy  time of year
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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