Sep 11, 2017

If you get the chance walk in your local park with simple gratitude



What a simple pleasure
Sitting in the park
Old guy called John came over introduced himself and chatted great deal with Matthew my son
I witnessed two strangers  ...well... share life I suppose . .they talked about bird life and the fish ponds
Later we travelled few miles too the coast at Crimdon dene spoke to a lady who quiet calmly 
Told us her partner had just died she felt so lost and alone
It was a pleasure to sit and listen, but l also gave her some details for support 
As l prayed wondered if l had missed something further in the day that had just passed
I hope not

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. . . 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"