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Sweet November Rains
by JasMine KiaRa Snow
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I believe with my whole heart that we will find each other someday when we both are ready to walk hand in hand into paradise earth.

Dear Diary in the Remembrance,

I am inside a certain day, as you are discovering a balance in finding your way back home to me.

I remember you sitting in the rain on the summer dock, next to the neighbor’s castle.

You and Me, we were fishing in the rain, really you were with our blanket from Mexico wrapped around you proud in your make belief poncho.

And me all I could do was watch you with your fishing pole, bringing to my heart The Remembrance of God's Word through his Son Jesus that walked right here amongst us on this very earth.

And he said to them: “Come after me, and I will make YOU fishers of men.” -Matthew 4: 19.

I watch you from my humble stance, my raven hair long, wet framing my silken face.

And through these eyes I see my future husband in front of me from a time long ago.

I ask God in a heartfelt prayer if the spirit of the truth can fish, my lost love out from the claws of this wicked system of things, as I fear for his soul.

And the perseverance of prayer to the Living God, Jehovah,I continue to pray for you beloved Yohnah, the man that calls me his girl-companion.

In Ancient Hebrew of how when promised to marry it was honored.

So I look at my right hand were you placed with great hope an amber yellow heart gem ring from the bubble gum vendor.

A revealing of happiness, smiled upon smiling lips.

A content sigh releasing from lungs, escapes; finally found an elevated peace of mind, heart and soul for the strength I have gained in loving you.

“Now we know that God makes all his works cooperate together for the good of those who love God, those who are the ones called according to his purpose;” -Romans 8: 28.

Content escape, releasing from lungs, just breathing, breathing in the fresh smell of Sweet November’s Rains and dew drops of a tender late afternoon with us in love replays in Sweet November’s Rains.

I am reminded of the heavenly grain, Manna, that fed the Israelites in the wilderness.

I am reminded of the help received by God who brought His Son into the earth; do not fear for Christ has already conquered the world.

I ask God to take the love between my beloved and I and teach us to build upon the rock-mass our life lasting foundation.

Our home, the quaint loft just in back of us from where we were fishing; over the hill you would follow Pine Crescent.

And there stood our home filled with dreams of a lifetime, dreams towards the true life, which has been promised by God’s Word to arrive by the new earth (paradise) entering under the new heavens this New Heaven is God’s actual Kingdom ruling in the rightful position of universal sovereignty.

Once again a reminder from God’s Word so alive, taking it’s form of sweet-soft winds like butterfly kisses, passing over my face.

My face wet from the awesome rain, placing its teardrops as a beautiful invisible hand making me close my eyes.

Eyes so blue, green and misty gray changing color, of splendid rain and how he knows I love the rain.

My heart tasting different emotions as the remembrance continues like God’s promise of the rainbow never to flood the earth again; God who cannot lie.

“At once abandoning the nets, they followed him.” -Matthew 4: 20.

“Then he went around throughout the whole of Gal´i•lee, teaching in their synagogues and preaching the good news of the kingdom and curing every sort of disease and every sort of infirmity among the people.” -Matthew 4: 23.

A rewind of history, a rewind of you and me; it begins to rain here in Sweet November’s Rains.

I think of you and wonder how you are. I see the rain.

I hear the rain.
I feel the rain.

I taste the rain and I remember the rain on that particular day, warm, vibrantly our heart beat as one back then.

Today your heart still beats inside of mine just like I tasted you and me in our yesterday.

Just like now I can taste my own tears.

Just like I still taste our last kiss…that last kiss was our two hearts becoming one heart so that we would never loose each other no matter what happens till we find one another again.

I believe with my whole heart that we will find each other someday when we both are ready to walk hand in hand into paradise earth.

I want to live life with you Yohnah, in the real life to come, everlastingly under God’s Kingdom the New Jerusalem.

Remember us by the beating of your heart upon your own palm pressed into your chest for true love does not disappear.

A remembrance takes place in flashes of happiness bringing this smile to appear.

Here I am beloved one awaiting your return to the Truth of the Good News.

I remember your face I remember this time.

The Time of Revelations,

the time of hunger and fear in the world of old gone mad by the ones hating truth and this world now is called the old system of things.

Passing away is the world of people hating the True God and with its passing its desires will go so please stop walking without awareness by veiled eyes; we are living in The Last Days.

The Time of Revelations, fear entering deep inside of me for here we walk our separate ways.

You, my dear one, have wandered into the world and have become lost.

Each one of us now in the last days is on a path, except we are on separate roads in different directions.

Here is the lifesaver my beloved, a remembrance to start your heartbeat that has flat lined.

Remember: “The name of Jehovah is a strong tower. Into it the righteous runs and is given protection.” -Proverbs 18: 10.

“Jehovah is my crag and my stronghold and the Provider of escape for me.

My God is my rock. I shall take refuge in him, My shield and my horn of salvation, my secure height.” -Psalm 18:2.

My mind wanders to the sun setting at the ocean and I remember you by your eyes they are the color of sweet goldenrod honey and amber.

Surf filled sounds delight my hearing with nose tasting the fresh smell of sea salt ~ refreshing to our senses.

Changing divide of sand and sea… set’s the limits of the ocean’s waters.

“Do YOU not fear even me,’ is the utterance of Jehovah, ‘or are YOU in no severe pains even because of me, who have set the sand as the boundary for the sea, an indefinitely lasting regulation that it cannot pass over? … “Although its waves toss themselves, still they cannot prevail; and [although] they do become boisterous, still they cannot pass over it.” -Jeremiah 5: 22.

“For everything there is an appointed time, even a time for every affair under the heavens:” -Ecclesiastes 3:1.

We must choose life to receive Life! God does not force His will of everlasting life on anyone not choosing Life for himself or herself.

Life by God’s standard of requirements lived leads to the Narrow Path of God Jehovah and everlasting paradise. Selah.

I have loved you.

Only God knows what will take place till then.

Seek Jehovah my dear one and you shall come to find your courage for choosing Life and Love over death.

For the Word alive says: “Death where is your Victory?”

Courage will help to over come your greatest tribulations.

You can then learn to jump high hurdles with ease by a brand new start to finish the race you had started to the end; one day we may meet again under Spiritual Zion by the light of a delicious moon.

“For all things I have the strength by virtue of him who imparts power to me.” Philippians 4:13.

Always and Forever Kiara

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Reviewed by M Flack
A letter..

Touched by love
Filled with love
Overflowing with love.

Beautifully penned. I look forward to reading more of your works...
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