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Monday, August 22, 2011

I decided I'd stay I fight

"I just can’t give up now. This road wasn’t easy. But I did follow the yellow brick road just like you told me.  That last people hill wasn't easy to climb. And there were mean, ugly, and nasty people along the way", the young girl sighed bitterly. "But I decided I would stay and continue?"
The angel shook his head. " Good, then ease on down the road Maggie Mae. Life is always a fight up the ugly people hill. But others have made it climbing up the ugly nasty people hill we call those who cause pain to others.  In the end they have to face  the pain they caused in their lies. And in the end they lose something far greater. They lose their souls".
Maggie Mae smiled at the angel. "I will keep going then. You brought me this far.  I know you won't leave me".
The angel's caring eyes beamed. "Continue on your journey, Maggie Mae. I will never leave you. At the end of your road you will see a rainbow. Continue on the Thin Man and the Fat Lion will be waiting. And don't forget to carry Toto".

Saturday, August 13, 2011

I remember when I called you friend


All at once I see it clearly though my vision. It is another time.  I see back as my eyes gazed upon my vision. I smile softly as I look into your eyes. It was a time long ago when I called you friend.  Your smile beamed back at me way back then. Your eyes were kind, caring and tender to be hold.  We’d talk for hours and never grew tired of the tales that we told each other. I can remember how some tales we told over and over, again. We never grew tired of listening. Just like old friends are suppose to.  Now I look back now across the miles I try to recall your face. I look closely trying to see. You cheek, you nose, your eyes and that funny way you used to grin. So long ago it seems, that time, way back when. You made me smile and I called you my friend.  I remember now once upon a time when I called you friend.

Friday, August 12, 2011

My Grandmother's Hand


 She gently took her granddaughters hand.  “What’s done is done”, she said firmly.  “My granddaughter never let the light within you fail. It was given to you by the angels. It’s your light of hope”, she smiled. “Did I ever tell you that when you were born three stars fell down from heaven?”