Hello, my Friends, I missed you so!
What shall I say now?
After all this time silent
Where shall I go now?
That I’m no longer blind
Who am I —
Now?
No longer hopelessly cynical
Leaving behind thoughts tyrannical
My prayers answered
My past blighted
My pain washed white as snow
Yet still — I grow
Now it is clear why I endured
For tremendous JOY I now know
For me time is an illusion. Yesterday has become today and today is now, the moment in which I able to pen these words and tomorrow will soon be now once more. Every wound I have ever had, physical or psychological, was healed by love and care that came from others. You have my love and caring thoughts for your wellbeing.
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I was clearing my mailbox and reread your poem. It left me wondering; can time, illusion or otherwise heal all wounds? A thought on that: Maybe time covers wounds so that you don’t see them, but they are still there.
‘The once proud little ship ran aground on the Namibian coastline. After many, many years the fickle desert sands covered her remains until she was completely hidden. Some feisty explorers searched for her and discovered her wreck. They removed the sand and there in her hold was a huge treasure of gold.’
Wounds heal when they are carefully tended. Wounds of the heart are taunted by thoughts in the mind. Remove the thoughts and the heart is healed!
Take courage and NEVER give up.
you are missed
sir paul
eleanor s dream
not what it might seem
life for her
could be a dream
like sam
who to blame
are we not all the same
who truly is to blame?
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You Lil Dickens 
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