Tag: spirituality
member name: Nana Gill
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February 23, 2008 10:00 PM EST --
I came alone.
A stranger, an orphan.
You sheltered me.
I felt the warmth of the sun,
Each welcoming smile an embrace,
Melting the ice of loneliness
In the warmth of benevolence.
It felt . . .
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October 01, 2007 11:39 PM EDT --
2005 to 2007
Angels stopped by today
And bore her tiny soul away.
Her joyous romp for her mother's sight
With chocolate eyes sparkling in mirths delight.
A tiny statue stopped in motion,
Stood . . .
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February 23, 2008 09:48 PM EST --
Who are you to me,
A ship passing by in the night?
Why is it that your smile feels like a warm embrace;
Or, your indifference causes my soul to weep?
You are but a stranger . . .
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February 23, 2008 10:34 PM EST --
There are days I pray for rain,
With it's deluge beating upon me,
Cleansing me;
But, the rain never comes.
There are days I run with heart aching
. . .
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August 17, 2007 05:17 PM EDT --
He was a mayan boy raised in a traditional mayan hut with a palm leaf roof, woven stick walls, and packed dirt floor. His home was in the town of Ticul, Yucatan not far from . . .
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August 22, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
Prologue Who can know the heart of another man? For each of us carry within us our own private crosses we must bear. It is . . .
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February 23, 2008 09:35 PM EST --
I was in Texas doing a clinical study to make some quick money for some of our
humanitaritan projects here in Honduras when the Twin Towers came down. I
penned a few . . .
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July 26, 2007 09:36 PM EDT --
She has come again asking, asking, and asking for anything, for everything. My first emotion,as I watched her meander up my hill with her little one in tow, . . .
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July 25, 2009 03:18 AM EDT --
I have always wondered how David must of felt as he faced the giant Goliath. Did he feel fear? Or, did he understand that someone, anyone, even if it was just a youth, had to be willing . . .
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March 12, 2008 12:04 AM EDT --
The winds of war blew in today,
With notice of sorrow, death to pass our way.
Trees bowed low to plead for our plight,
"Too late, too late," she moaned, "No . . .
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