911 The Gray-Gripe Lord I heard a gray-gripe today. Loneliness was spoken out bold. Our eyes agreed, as if to say, “This getting old is gettin-old”. Not in anger was this spoken, just aches and pains waitin-the-nod. Young and wild were bucked and broken. (Only the humble search for God). (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday February 23, 2006; 5:18 A.M.) 912 The Art Of Heart Starts With Hope Some say He lets us be, to listen to the heart, then watches you and me, to see who learns His art. Some say He intercedes, so many times a day, we could not count the weeds He’s pulled along the way. Some say “She” runs the show, and helps us to refine, with beauty do we glow, with joy we realign. Some say that we will earn a glimpse into God’s theme, whereby we may discern the dreamer from the dream. Some say, with due respect, Man needs to love Mankind. May the Great Architect make warm that light of mind. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 24, 2006; 6:26 A.M.)
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