Into the flames are thrown promises broken bone, life taken And breath Yet, hands that fan wag fingers Forgive Forgive Obey
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It is a small and mighty thing that knows no boundary and respects no law. It does not discriminate. And it is not fair. It wreaks havoc on the weak, while it stalks the strong. Fear is its prelude. Its wake is long. Hoping for a cure. My faith is in the Lord.
Mi casa es tu casa Mi ciudad es tu ciudad Amada ciudad de mi Padre y su Madre Ciudad de El Paso –Pamela Lowe Saldana
Goblins, witches, Frankenstein monsters Sing a happy Halloween song Little children Up and down the street Ring the doorbell Saying trick or treat Leaves are blowing Soon it’s snowing Turkey, stuffing Pumpkin pie Lights a twinkling Hallowed evening Starry skies Sleigh bell rides Tis the season Of believing Counting moments […]
Young people of today…I was once like you, in youth alone, a long time ago. I lived in the moment. I caroused in the day when my mother thought I was in school. I caroused in the night when my mother thought I was at the movies…or bowling…or playing putt putt. Young people of […]
As the vortex of madness widens so must our capacity to reason, our willingness to pray without bias– with the humility of a child– and our resolve to come together and do something; finally. Please.