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May 2018
Your time
My time
Never Ours
But I have to believe above all else
In God and his timing
Which does not faulter
Which knows no human bounds
In this I trust
And nothing else
That moment when you realize your role. How it hasn't changed as you would've hoped. His plans are not your own... But they could be better. If you're brave enough to just let go. To be blind and yet follow as you so often claim to be.

Silly self.

Sad thing is...

I thought I had...
Colm
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Colm
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     Molly, Zulma and Weeping willow
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