Spring has arrived in Sweden
It has brought joy and light
But still it is dark in Somalia
Not from lack of sunshine
But from clouds of misery
Blocking rays to pass through
Despite huge supply of light
The hearts of people lack hope
It is not the eyes that give us sight
But it is the heart that make us see
I am happy in my new life in Sweden
But to have war back home is a pain
To know the taste of war is to know terror. Let us pray for peace in your homeland. And pray to bless the peace you are blessed with in you home in Sweden. Sincerely, Jon Michael Willey
I feel your pain in your words... There is an old negro spiritual that states, "Trouble don't last always", may this be true of all of Somalia. My prayers are with you in your struggles.
Envelopes are not enough George. From ports of justice in Sweden I am sending a cargo of peace loaded on a ship of love. Hope pirates shall not hyjack it on red sea waters off the Somali coast
Buy a big envelope, fill it with a lot of Swedish Peace and send it home, maybe it will spread all over there, and your land will have what you have here.
Jeff Martin, his friend, Hawk, and his dachshund dog are captured by Osage Indians. Eventually they escape and find their way home. Due to his unusual shape Adolphus is called a Spirit Dog.
Let yourself take on a sexy adventurous read, walk on the sensual dark side of human adventure through the shadows of your mind. And, challenge your senses of the normal versus the paranormal, and the abnormal. Accept the quest, get onboard and disco
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But it is the heart that make us see
Thank you for sharing your wisdom, Abdi-Noor. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Georg
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend/sister in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :( >tears! <