A woman’s hope is sometimes strong it shows unbending love. Hope is flickering like a candle in the wind; look closely the tiny dancer is in the flames of purification of a hope not in vain. For the creator’s wounds were freshly bound and reclaimed so hope would live and proudly proclaim victory over the darkness of an enigma or our own paradox within our ego’s closet. There our ego stands without light or understanding with ego’s voice to listen to it’s self alone. Hope has buried deep in the folds of the death of ego’s reign. Giving up all to let the tender light let it go to the beyond of knowing. The death proclaims no victory over the living fire of hope’s love, freed to live within me.

Spiritual love is so fresh and light you cannot control it. Yet it satisfies you. With our Smiles and a warm glow of light we buzz with joy beyond measure. You turn your face towards the sun and become filled with love and joy as peace tugs your heart strings. Through the wonderment of the children you can catch a glimpse of heaven.

As the heart turns and soars on high with the eagles your ears and eyes are opened to hear the music of the angel’s. How can anyone be content with pain, struggle, strife and poverty? These things are that which brings you to the threshold of god’s house with the invitation to come. You were summoned by him to receive all he has waiting for you through his spiritual love.

Love has many names and a face it shows it’s self in the strangest places. Just when you think you’re done with it here it comes again with a sappy song. Some tears are shed and words unsaid with longing and pain for the love in vain.

Love is quiet and auspiciously loud it can be found in a crowd. Love has silver, lining softly riding the clouds musing, smiling while silently crying.

The animals and nature couldn’t be better as you quietly sit down to read that long, love letter.

Love is in music, painting the sounds of love in the master piece of life. Love even comes for a husband and a wife and children too, so why can’t it come for you?

YOU CAME AND REMOVED MY RIND SO I COULD WALK IN LOVE, THE BOUND KNOW ME NOT!  YOU SENT ME SO THEY COULD BE FREE.

ALL YOUR CHILDREN HAVE LOVE FROM ME TO COME THIS DAY AND RECEIVE HIM WHO GIVES FREELY.

A SOUL FELT FROM GOD THAT YOU SHOULD NEED A ROD TO REMOVE A CURSE BUT THROUGH ONLY YOU’RE VERSE, LET THE CHILDREN OF EGYPT COME HOME.

LET THEM SEE THEIR SIN AND BECOME AS A FISHER OF MEN. JESUS WILL BRING THEM IN, HE GIVES WISE COUNCIL.

FOR HE WAS GIVEN THE UNCIRCUMCISED TONGUE TO SPEAK THE WORDS OF WISDOM TO SAVE MEN,WOMEN, AND CHILDREN WHO WERE LOST THROUGH THEIR SINS, CONFUSION AND ALL OF LIFE'S ILLUSIONS.

HE SAT THEM ON THE PATH OF REDEMPTION THROUGH THE DOOR OF SALVATION BY THE RENDERING OVER OF THEIR SINS.  REMOVE THE MIRROR SO THEY CAN SEE ALL YOUR GLORY AND COME ON HOME.

THANK YOU LORD JESUS FOR BEING OUR GUIDE TO AIDE US IN WALKING BY EXAMPLE WITH THE WALK OF CHRIST.  JUST AS YOU DID, LET EVERY ONE THING GIVE AS YOU DID.

FATHER HEARS MY PLEA. LET THE ANGELS OF ISREAL FREE. AMEN.

TRULY MOSE'S DAUGHTER.

Skill is not always as it should be or what you think it is. There are hidden gifts inside the friction. There lies the way to a graceful life.  You are not what you do: it then becomes a mirror to provide a higher learning in your evolutionary process.

  Thus you are given a higher skill and levels grown in leaps and bounds.  The zen garden expresses the essence of life and a highly perfected skill.  Today as i sit by the wayside calling up the gardens of senses i view the placement of things in the garden of my soul.  I see that it needs manicured.  As my very thought is in action it arranges the action of self to suite my visions but is this reality?

  I know there are billions of possible answers and come to the conclusion it is in perfect state as it was before i changed its placement.  With in the desire for it to be perfected in my minds eye it gave a glow of deep scarlet in appreciation of the acknowledgment that my provider was perfect in all things.

As my life gets so complex, I slowly massage my neck. I scratch my head knowing I’m truly dead. I can't begin to express my loneliness.  I can sit here in my room contemplating my doom.  This cloud of gloom won't pass me by. Alas, I don't know why.

You were a last reach at humanity. I guessed at the decision and got such a calamity.  All I wanted was a friend. Instead I lost all hope in the end of sanity.

As I felt my head leave my neck, you bagged my air and said what the heck; you tried your best, a feeble attempt, at a molesting order. I said look over your shoulder, a sky so blue and clear it removed the tears from my eyes as I said goodbye.

You so coldly left my body in such a disarrayed exposed to all on that horrible day.  In the back seat of a car, white in color, I always knew it would be a brother.  One with no sense of others only a frustration unto himself his impotency and broken mind has caused my death before it's time.

There is only one thing left to do as I cruse toward the judgment land. I'll ask god to forgive you.  As you walk this life, just remember your fall from grace and try to make a vow to always protect instead of ****,  To hold dear and get out of your own way make it clear you were to let go and to stay clear.

To learn and live, find another, begin again. Just remember your vow remains till time will end.  Your death could be eternal over and over again.  Through the non ending flames of his judgment, fear lives long, but forgiveness wins.

On this long, drawn out journey from the vilest of things to the sweetest smell of flowers that linger upon the air.  My journey wasn't alone I came with a sister; we walked so much I had a blister.  Along comes a bus and we're off and sitting with the discussion of things. So down to the beach we went. I could feel your wonder so as my feet hit the sand.  We were truly in another land.

A place of beauty alive with awe just for you.  I soon found myself saying Take a long look; the flowers are for you my sister to aide in your heart felt plea for others. I traveled far and wide to the land where starfish hide, purple in color.  I ask a local surfer girl to intercede for our brothers.

I gave you a skin with strings, complete with gifts and things. We asked her to ride out for the best wave of her life to release our plea at 403 at four points west, she did her utmost best.  
We stood in the sand with living waters as we watched god paint the most impossible of things.  The sunset so pure for those that received pure fresh air at a moment’s glance. My heart began to draw near and dance.

Out of the mouth of babes was pure joy to have saved the rest was the part I liked best.  My feet glued to the sand I knew you sent god for man, one to walk hand in hand.

I've smiled so big that it uncovered the diamond from within the shark’s teeth as the dolphins went crazy.  I knew what just landed, it's locked until time.

When the hour is near I'll be on time but if I'm not, please grab me so I can sit at the bridegrooms table inside of Jerusalem without a spot.

A feast of time, sentient beings, bring found favor in our hearts to save us from ourselves and let each others army live together all in one house.

Through the power of belief and ascension comes a man's redemption, through the house of David comes a silver thread of family ties.

The daughter of Moses, a true sister of Zion, a mother of love and a child of god all within four points west.