Jesus
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sleepiness comes to heavy eyes. graying horizon whispers retreat as glowing sun toils through lingering clouds. i welcome night to rest again and dream about rustling wind. (c) 2011-2019 rick j stassi Read more
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Shall times of peace be nevermore? Accordingly amidst a toil- My heart is hardly arable soil, Feebly tranquil in unloving lore. Spying under harboring stones, I seek a foreshadowing need- In a language I cannot read, Increasing my heart bemoans. Alas in grateful revelation, A sound clearer than once before – God beckoning through the… Read more
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Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida How I quarrel with what i need and what I desire. I quickly depart from yesterday with hopes of finding a new light to fill a hole in this temporal mind; overlooking the cry for love and understanding in this eternal soul. (c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi Read more
