GOD HAS SPOKEN Series: Book 8: The Angel Who Sits In The Palm Of GOD's Hand.
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Ongoing, First published Sep 09
Mature
I've seen all I've seen and I sometimes wonder... Do you still think of me? 

All I've ever known is now somewhere to the back of me, in the frontlights only mysteries and uncertainties but its time to go and see where i fall...........hopeless in my hands, i feel most whole when my soul is but a leaf riding currents in the breeze when i know not when i am on familial ground and all the walls that I have never climbed are the largest in my mind and i like the way that I am puzzled in this way, and are the routs just the vains of the earth, does the sky ever question its worth, are there messages up in the stars, and can one know this heart? When I was a little one I'd sit and  watch the setting sun and i would wonder where it was coming from and where it was going to, does it last? All that time my eyes were pointed off out into the distance often drowning in my questions like what will i learn from those with a forign tongue and what makes a river run, and where will i go when this is gone, will it be a place this dark?
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