This was a message for me from my father. Today it is becoming more and more of a detail of life that I take serious.
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Winged Spirit ... My Father's Voice
The Red Tailed Hawk sits way on high watching over me
He salutes my presence every morn from the mossy live oak tree
He swoops above to let me know then with magic says hello
He is the spirit of lost souls with natures way to show
He speaks with wisdom and of truth in every cry he makes
"Take care Princess and watch your Mom I sail on high to take
The reigns of sentries over you and family that is there
I know you feel my spirit and that I'm always HERE
The earth is ready for a change its coming sure as this
The blue of skies will transcend worlds then close the evil abyss
The world of greed will disappear then a hundred years will show
The good of man and all his sons his daughters will come to know
That HARMONY in the SPIRIT of Man and redemption shown to lands
Will walk in TRUTH and HONESTY as palms beseech the hands
Turned up to rains as pure as new as clear as ever's been
One hundred years to prove the good that few have ever seen"
This hawks message with dads voice... his Spirit whispers here
I know dear father and hear the wisdom from Sages of all years
Guardian of the forest glen... islands to the sea...
Soul of a man I miss so much...with His winged spirit free.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
William
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Reindeer
namaste
away for a week
This is so touching and you are so wise from his wisdom and love he gave to you.
Hugs
Peace
Peg
Amor