Easter, time of meditation, to wonder if we really were worth of His sacrifice and to prove that our faith is stronger than the doubts of the existence of an ever after advocated by false preachers...
When you think that after it is nothing there
Eons will coming running like Wild Horses,
stampede of Time from unexplainable nothing,
galloping into your past with all their force.
I especially like it when the "blast from the past" is filled with warm, peaceful memories. The ugly ones leave you reeling as if you just came through a hurricane - tattered and torn, but surviving. You give me so much to contemplate in a few short verses.
Excellent! I believe things we have done in our life come back like a stampede of wild horses! Very deep and thought provoking poem! Take care, ~Chessly
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God bless you. Kathy
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Be always safe,
Karen
God's love knows no bounds!
Can you imagine that?
Happy Easter Georg!
John Michael Domino
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
it slaps us awake;-)
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sis tiger lily
Your friend, Mark
here & from all trespassings to sin