....If you are happy with the way this world has prepared for the second coming of Christ, fine. Go your merry way and enjoy. I am not, and the results are why you are reading this story. I was raised by a very strong believing Mother. She taught the truth always wins, be sure your sins will find you out and as you sow, so shall you reap. ...She didn't prepare me for this world, but for the next. When I finally understood this, it was too late. I could not believe it was possible to have the Spirit of Jesus Christ enter my heart, mind and soul, and feel no difference. For years I searched for the feeling of total acceptance. I often felt the presence of the Holy Spirit, but it was always in someone else. I could not find the feelings, I was looking for. It's not possible to list the extent and searching of this journey, but in the end, I gave up. ...If there is no God, it makes no difference. If there is a God, and He won't talk to me, that's worse. So I quit. The last day, when all living beings go before the final judgment, I have no defense. I believed, by not talking to me, God was not living up to His promise. Then I got very happy. ...All my worries about Hell's fury and roasting for the rest of time, vanished. I set a time limit of three weeks and then I was going to stop living. Nothing fancy, I was going to find a simple way to stop living. I rejected this life completely. My worries were over. ...Then, after two weeks, I got an overwhelming desire to get a pencil and paper. The desire was so strong, if I didn't have paper in time, I would write on table tops or anything that was handy. They were poems. They came pouring from my hand. They came so fast, there is no way I could tell them that fast. Now I offer them to those that think there has to be more in this life. ...The hope and prayers that we will be covered by His Loving Grace, even though we make no effort to live better, just don't wash. If you want to live again, you have got to try. I say again. If you believe you already have a passkey to Heaven, Have a nice day. If these poems can help one person, Praise God !!
... Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, ... A Noiseless Patient Spider A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a ...
An anthology of some of the best English poems.
Combining journal entries, poetry and formal e-mails, these books celebrate the sights, sounds, flavors, (and the physical and mental strain), of crossing mountains, rolling landscapes, and unchanged rural villages, as well as vibrant ...
There are no Formal E-mails, no Definitions, no Autobiography or Research here. And because of all that it is not, this book completes those first two in the pilgrimage series in a gentle way.
Karen Freeman! Was born August 22, 1950 in Newark New Jersey. She had a “BRIGHT” daughter named Kira. She Married Warren W. C. Freeman March 1, 1998. They were married for 13 years and 20 days. She “PASSED-ON” March 21, 2011.
Winner of the Massachusetts Book Award "A terrific and sometimes terrifying collection—morally complex, rhythmic, tough-minded, and original." —Rosanna Warren, 2018 Barnard Women Poets Prize citation In a poetic voice at once accessible ...
O. D. Macrae Gibson points out that the function of pyȝt as a concatenating word stresses its capacity to mean both arrayed and set.8 Gordon glosses the word as varying in sense throughout the poem between “set,” “fixed,” and “adorned” ...
This riveting poetry collection is a fresh and witty account of thoughts and experiences that everyday people have in their day-to-day lives.
SELL. IT. SOMEWHERE. ELSE. Well, you can take your good looks somewhere else Cuz they're not for sale 'round here... I've heard about you and the things you do And I don't need you anywhere near. Yeah, I've met your kind a time or two ...
I was indeed fortunate in being able to recruit a pair of talented , conscientious , and unfailingly cheerful draftsmen in the persons of Julie Baker and Kathi Donahue ( now Sherwood ) to collaborate with my wife , Sally , in producing ...