May 9, 2013

the only normal
people you know
are the ones
you don`t know
very well
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Mostly we just don't quite grasp how precious this thing called faith is.

 Do you like myself, sometimes  long for understanding. For a sense of wholeness. For a way to gently weave bringing together what we believ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"