

Sometime last AprilSometime last April By Eric JohnsSometime last April
Sometimes, Angels have to go back to heaven. It isn't sadness that I should feel for having met them and lost their company. No sadness should come from miracles. I should raise my head up and be thankful for the times.
But my head is hung low. Heavy. My heart would be too, if I could feel it, it has succumbed to entropy. My body has no need to continue this unwinnable fight.
But still no wings that I may join her and her host. So I wait.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I'll wake up. Perhaps not. Just the same.
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May GOD our FATHER bless you and your loved ones!
or just go here....and have pity.
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I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to my imaginary friends, and they wish you'd respect our privacy, sheesh.
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Rich and poor have this in common:
The Lord is the maker of them all.
Proverbs 22:2
as you are a pencil artist, the world is in for a great new talent on the horizon!
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