Overshadowed by death, one wonders why, Salvation seems so very far away. Disarrayed by realities that lie Among those who cannot avoid the sway.
Lead me out of passions and desires past, Outside the gate of my own loathing mind; Where the world’s rotation is much too fast And time has been nothing except unkind.
Into your loving mercy my heart flees, Forgiveness found for a soul in havoc. A loving joy beyond all that one sees Conforms the spirit of this maverick.
Do not let this be my very last breath Hell’s beckoning upon my blackened death.
I knew my husband Tom's death was coming since Feb 07 and he died in Aug 07. Had COPD and nothing the doctors could do. He was schizophrenic and did not realize he was dying day by day with his cigarettes. It was hard to see him go downhill, but the day he died he said minutes before, It is just a touch of sinus. I knew otherwise with his breathing so shallow. I lost him but not in spirit that he left with me by the grace of God.
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on April 24, 2004
I could quote quite a lot of this back to you, as a way to say i understand, i could but i wont... i dont need to...i understand this is a very good write and one i'm very pleased to have come across, thanks for sharing this...take care of you and yours...Mark x
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
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