Saturday, November 8, 2014

Stand Still

It is amazing how something that we thought was behind us is death still watching us; a strike with the belt, a fist to the head, a careless word spoken in ignorance of its impact.

You think that your actions are a breath here and gone, but they are frozen in time; a nightmare, a memory, a ghost from the past.

How long will I suffer this world when my true home is only death away; my last breath, the last memory my mind will see, my last heartbeat. In the blink of an eye my life begins new and fresh in a new body where there is no more heartache and no more tears.

Help me Lord to live and strive until you call me home; and to love unconditionally and to forgive.  For my home is with the God and Father of perfect love - I AM!

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