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  • loishenry 13w

    No soul

    I've seen , I fear some people who have no soul, no heart, no feelings of shame at all. How sad there lives must be , but to care only of themselves. I can't even imagine to be a person that has no soul, there life really never knows , real love because you need a soul to love more then you love yourself to love others , more gives your soul , the light in your life, which gives you joy and much more
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    Hate

    Hate I find is a awful word, to hate is really not to even love at all.
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    Your Place

    Your place , where you live, reflects who the person you are, I've been in places that had no character at all , I've seen places that seemed to wrap around you and gave you a comfortable feeling , surrounded by love, so when you find your place, rember that it reflects who you are. Your place should then by far reflect the person you are, not a place full of things that you don't hold dear to you heart , that's what I expect , to see when I come to your place, I want to see who you really are.
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    Moving

    Moving and leaving a home to move on to another , is really sad I find, your not just leaving a house, but memories that were created and how this old house if walls could talk, they've seen laughter, they've seen tears, they've seen many things and heard so much that no one else knows but you, they hold secrets of your life. Moving is really sad, your not just leaving a house, your leaving a part of you That you called home.
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    Snow

    As the snow starts falling, and nightfall comes, through out the night it covers everything in sight, as morning light rise's , what a beautiful , wonderful site. Every thing all white, makes all around you so beautiful in your eyes, even old barns take on a new life, the old fence post, appear so different then the night before. White as if a new world came to be overnight. All fresh and clean, washed new and bright, is this just a taste of what heaven will be like. I just wondered as I stare as it snows on, into the night.
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  • loishenry 14w

    Teardrops

    If each teardrop that was cried, turned into a diamond , at time they wouldn't stop, how rich I would be, for billions of teardrops I cried , and so many times, as they rolled down my cheeks , they really shined in candle light, like sparkling diamonds, in the night, if teardrops were diamonds, I still rather not have cried a teardrops at all.
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  • loishenry 14w

    House /home

    The difference between a house or home, is how we see or think of it in our mind, a house is where someone resides, it holds there personal things. Now a home to me means so much more it's a place you can't wait to get to at the end of the day, a place where you relax , and have love ones around , it's home cooked breakfast , and supper's too a home is a place full of love , and where you feel safe, that's home to me.
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    Rose

    I never realized the beauty a rose has, it's petals to the touch softer then velvet and smoother then anything I know, the fragrance , so many have tried to recreate its sent, the colors of the rose , red, white or pink, so bright , others try to recreate them to. It may just be a rose to you , but the layers as they unfold nothing can ,nor ever will replace the true beauty of a rose . .
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    Church

    I feel as a small child , as I sat in the pew so many times, fidgeting like all small kids do, I can recall the first time , I halfway was listening to the pastors sermon, I kind of began to really understand, more how you know right from wrong. As a year passed I started to awake in the seriousness about the church and began to look around at the beauty , I found inside, the comfort I felt inside. And as I grew to know more, when I had did something bad as I thought it was at the time the worst sin of all , little as I was , I hoped I was forgiven, as I grew older I sat there one day , and from nowhere , it slowly came back at these little things I done as a child , some would of laughed . I saw something so much more I saw as a child , how so much more , the way I believed in every word the pastor had said, and how everything I did when I left , I did my best to follow , like he said , I'd watch what Id say to others , I did my best to control what my mind had thoughts of , As hard as I tried, I could never completely do what was asked. As years passed , I guess I became more relaxed and wasn't do my best, then I realized , the words spoken in the way children through out the Bible said .there it was in plain site As children we have more faith, and love and trust, so we believe so more easily. Maybe we should use this now as adults and look through the eyes we once had as a child as we did then. Then our eyes will see the truth that all need in there lives , we need the faith we had as a child because it was then we trusted ,belived in Our Lord and stronger was our faith ,then ever before.
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    The past

    As I sit here all alone, children all gone and have there own homes, life as I've known it can never again be, it just moved on. How I miss the times that past , children around and the voices of laughter and times we've shared and the house sometimes just a mess. How the days echo in my head I will never forget. The times I have now , others would say there lonely , but all I see it's a time to reflect the memories of past, .I now find joy in other ways , my grandchildren come over and play. I can truly say , I have no regrets, I wouldn't have wanted my life in any other way. So as I see it today I sit here and reflect , I find I've been truly blessed so many memories of past I do hold and keep close to last me as I grow old.
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