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Dec 2011
The Burning in Connecticut  
                                                                        Precious Treasures

In her eyes you could see the flames burning in her scream you knew what she was losing no greater
Treasure could you ever measure living dolls were perishing grand fathers love and daring only added
More tragedy he and grandmother would add to the costly toll Christmas bells changed their ringing
From joy to agonies deepest tone heavy are the bellows that deliver the souls of the very young and old
To heavens shores through tumult and storm that bore the scent of ash mother has gone to the farthest
Regions of knowing she mercifully blacked out pressure pain to great to walk this thin mortal strand
You know every part of the human design outward and inward is subject to your hearts questions her
Daughter’s and parents were embodied in mystery while conversation and touching was how you
Communicated now the soul causes the body to fall back in the shadows imponderable yearnings now
Will be the language expression divided by earth and heaven believing will be the gifted ground you will
Stroll on together and heartfelt talks will resume after a walk on sacred tears that will be the spray as if
It was from Poseidon his self as you bear many days on the roughest seas anyone will ever know but in
This tragic mighty upheaval you will encounter one who has walked the sea before and as he reaches
Your sea tossed vessel and puts his hand on the rail in the darkness a flash of lighting will shine on his
Hand and you will see a nail print it indicates one who too has suffered great pain loss and sorrow and
Still is in its throws today as countless ones lose their way and some will lose even their heavenly home
Because they let wayward ways rule their days of opportunity with his coming you will know the
Sweetest peace greater and stronger than even your pain I found this to be true personally I lost all of
My immediate family in a short span of time the comforter filled not only my soul but the building I was
In with a peace we didn’t want to leave it His presence and peace weights the very air stillness flares
Truly pain’s crashing waves will give way to the ebb and flow of his pronounced love you will carried
away in the sweetest under tow that any ever know you doubt that you will ever be able to find a
Habitable isle where even a semblance of happiness can be found you will see it with clear eyed clarity
It will not contain dark brooding shadows as you now know that seem without end the star maker will
Will walk in your life and burst of sunshine that will not be the ordinary kind but the special rays that
Meet and dispel sorrow’s grip you will carry them forward not in a dark confined cloud of dismay but
One of lightest and brightest clouds that render every moment of their lives in positive suggestive notes
With a loud refrain not one that spills and fills you with gloom remember they walked into glory having
Their hands held by grandfather and grandmother their home going was on the celebration of his birth
He gave me these words to write people fail at times to know he is not in a far away manger but he is
One with us ever waking and sleeping moment He is abiding to some he walks by their side to others
He lives in their hearts by his spirit God bless and touch you hurting one the children found that fairy
tales are more real than they could even imagine
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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