A few days ago I attended the funeral of a young man. He was much loved, and materially successful. He had lunch with his parents shortly before his short but brilliant life was ended. Their dignity in such pain testifies that we are so much more than an accident of nature...This is for Gordon, beloved son of Dennis and Leonie...brother and best friend to Nathan...
This poem conjures the image of a 'last look' and the feelings that action stirs. I'm very sorry for your loss. This tribute proves he touched you, leaving his mark, though he moves on.... Hugs:) Sheila
Much, MUCH more than an accident of nature, Keith. The spirit of man and woman is strong and defies nature, most of the time. And thank God for adrenalin. I am deeply sorry for this untimely loss and my condolences are with all who must walk a path towards a healing place of resolution. Flesh is indeed fragile... and precious. You reach beyond the veil here. Bless you, Kate xx
I had just mentioned being receptive to your poetry. Then I read this.
Loss, although of a different nature is something I'm having to deal with. Suddenly echoes and shadows and storm clouds fill me with emotions and touch a very sensitive spot.
I am sorry for the loss of a friend. It is so difficult to find the words to describe a young life that ends. Yours sound so true, so right.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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A beautiful tribute . . .
Blessings,
Lance
Much love, Leoni
This poem conjures the image of a 'last look' and the feelings that action stirs. I'm very sorry for your loss. This tribute proves he touched you, leaving his mark, though he moves on.... Hugs:) Sheila
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Loss, although of a different nature is something I'm having to deal with. Suddenly echoes and shadows and storm clouds fill me with emotions and touch a very sensitive spot.
I am sorry for the loss of a friend. It is so difficult to find the words to describe a young life that ends. Yours sound so true, so right.
Axilea