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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter
The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.
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Feb 25, 2006
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Today??™s announcements
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Today we welcome another wonderful new writer for
Storytime Tapestry;? Vona Marengo,
because writer number 297.? Don??™t forget
to welcome her with a flurry of wonderful emails.
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Now onto the good stuff!
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Today??™s Valentine Stories
~**~**~
How Much Can You Love??
Enough to Let Go?
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B.J. Cassady
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? ? ? ? Dancing lessons every day with Josie was fun.? I
was easily the
best
guy dancer in school.? When we went dancing as a couple, we were the
best couple on the floor.? Many times people stopped and watched us
as we did our routine on the dancing floor with nobody else dancing.
I wore a tailor made suit with a silk shirt and was dressed to the
nines.
She was always dressed beautifully, as she was beautiful.?
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? ? ? ? Today as we practiced dancing in her home, her
temperament was
different.?
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? ? ? ? "Hold me tighter during the slow
dances."? Josie said.? Then she
walked over to her door and looked outside and came over to me and
kissed me.
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? ? ? ? I was not expecting that.? I also realized
something I knew but did
not think about for whatever reason.? This woman that I moved so well
with when dancing... I loved her.?
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? ? ? ? "You are so stupid sometimes!"? She
said.
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? ? ? ? We just smiled at each other.? We finally said
things we had wanted
to say but did not say.? She was Spanish, not Mexican.? She loved me
and I loved her.? ? We talked about us.? ? We talked for
hours.? Then she
started to get serious and get sad.
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? ? ? ? ? "I cannot have children"? Josie
said.? "You deserve children.? I
think
you should leave and not come back.? I can not trust myself around you
anymore.? I love you enough that you must have a future and I am not
that future.
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? ? ? ? ? I was young.? She was older than I.? I
did leave, but came back
when I found out she was in the hospital.? She was not feeding herself
but giving her food to her children.? Her weight was 88 pounds.? I
stocked up her shelves with food and left after visiting her in the
hospital.? She told me through tears how much she would always love
me, but I must move ahead.? ? She was my first love.? Josie
opened my
heart.? Thank you.
BJ Cassady
Guthrie, Oklahoma
BJ.Cassady @ af-group.com
~**~**~
The Land of Darkness and a Beam of Light
B. J. Cassady
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? ? ? ? ? ? The Kingdom of Daria had never seen the glimpse of sunlight.
Eternal darkness was its bane.? Wizards and sorcerers from around
the Kingdom had tried to clear the sky of the oppressive clouds to bring
forth sunlight to no avail.? ? The good king Fraust had this year to
announce his only daughter to wed, the fair and beautiful Lady and
princess Diyana.? The king made one demand: the suitor must rid
the kingdom of the darkness in order to win the hand of the fair maiden.
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? ? ? ? ? ? All the year suitors came and went.?
It was believed the dragons
of the north were the ones who kept the sky dark and the sun from
shining.? Knight after Knight sought battle and was easily vanquished
by the dragons.? Wizards and witches tried their potions to no avail.
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? ? ? ? ? Finally, in the month of November when winter
was drawing nigh,
a lone rider entered the Kingdom from the west.? His horse was white
and the rider rode straight.? He rode not to the castle to seek approval
but straight to the north for the lair of the dragons...
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? ? ? ? ? ? The rider dismounted his horse and with
his sword sheathed and
bow and arrows climbed to the entrance of the cave of the dragons.
With amazing stealth he descended into the bowels of the cave into the
lair itself where the eggs of the dragons were kept.? Only then did he
withdraw his sword.
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? ? ? ? ? ? "Dragons, I come to barter with
you."? said the knight.
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? ? ? ? ? ? "You barter with us.? We will
kill you."? Responded the first
dragon in the cave.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? "Before you can, I will
crush all these eggs."? stated the
knight.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? "What you will of us
man?"? requested the head dragon.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? "Peace.? Peace for
now.? Take your eggs, leave this kingdom.? I
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know your kind.? Once you give your word, it is a bond.? I will leave
unharmed that is my word as a knight."? ? sounded the knight.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? "You know us well
Sir Knight.? We are a family unit.? Tell us
your name that we may make this pledge."? asked the leader.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? "I go by many
names, but my name is Sir Harold."? replied the
knight.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? "Leave by our good
graces and we shall be gone within the
hour."? stated the leader.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Back at the castle the
knight rode in to meet the king.? At
his request the dragons waited until he entered the castle until leaving.
So a remarkable sight to all who witnessed the event unfolded.? A lone
knight riding in the castle, the clouds unfolding to let a single beam
of shining light through to land upon the knight.? Needless to say, the
Knight, Sir Harold and the Princess Diyana were soon married.
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B. J. Cassady
Guthrie, Oklahoma
BJ.Cassady @ af-group.com
~**~**~
? The Gazebo of Love
? B.J. Cassady
? ? ? ? She had died of cancer yet her love burned in my
heart.? How can
one live with such a hole in one's soul?? This thought and others swam
in my head as I drove to the old southern home that was ours for so
many yet so few years.
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? ? ? ? The Spanish moss hung on the trees as the moon
glistened on the
dew upon the soft grass as I got out of the car.? I walked over to the
Gazebo where we used to chat for hours and look at the moon and upon
occasion, dance, yes dance to a waltz or a melody of a far away place
and time.
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? ? ? The night was dark and the wind was still.? The moon was
full lighting
up the scene.? I sat in the Gazebo and held a photo of my love, looking,
longing for one last....what?? I do not know.
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? ? ? I heard a small rustling noise from the shadows and turned
to see a
figure in white coming from the fog.? It was my wife!? She looked as
beautiful as the day we met.? I had tears in my eyes.? I started to
run
towards her, but she shook her head no as she came to me in the
Gazebo.
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? ? ? ? Where did the music come from?? Faint and far
away, yet clear and
distinct...? She took my hand and we danced.? She was warm to the
touch and I held her tight.? Her head was on my shoulder as we both
had tears.? She looked at me for a moment and said, "I have time for
this one dance.? So remember this my Love and know this, I will always
Love you."
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? ? ? We danced.......and when the music stopped.? ? She
looked at me and
turned and lightly walked away into the fog.? I smiled and felt a weight
lifted from my heart.? I knew I could continue on.? I knew she Loved
me.
B.J. Cassady
Guthrie, Oklahoma
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B.J. Cassady
BJ.Cassady @ af-group.com
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B.J. Cassady is a Stephen
Minister at? Edmond Trinity Church and ISD
professional
in Guthrie, Oklahoma.? A disabled Vietnam? era USAF vet,? BJ enjoys giving back to
the world with his writings and
is putting? together a CD audio
collection of his best
writings.? For further information please write:
bj.enterprises @juno.com
Also look for his story 'Medals'
in? "More Patriot Hearts" by Lt Col William
Coffey and "The Quilt".
~**~**~
A Sad Love
Story? ?
By Janice
Finley? ? ?
It all
started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in Tennessee, I met a boy.
He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat
them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and
beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though.
We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would
tell him all my secrets. He was quite very quiet he would just listen to what I
had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about
everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would
always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I
liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything
would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I
was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was
something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured
it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling. All through high school
and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it
as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On
graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be
with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted
to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and
all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what
I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and
listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and
settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do
was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I
didn't tell him how I was feeling.
I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and
frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him
just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had
someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy
for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I
didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving
for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I
cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went
home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what
I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way
to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a
letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad
at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could
only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion.
The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel.?
I met the
bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it
wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun
that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me
trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I
did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of
nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home
and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on
with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on
and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me
at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long
time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything
seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at
the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I
was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until
we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he
hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore.
Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been
going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how
I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all
his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time
for him to leave back to New York, I went to see
him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time
he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with
him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't show up
like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned
into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer
in New York. The lawyer
said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took
this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about
what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was
broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache.
Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him? I gathered my
things and went to New York for the reading
of his will.
Of course,
things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her
since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and
how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try
everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their
wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a
diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me... As I
flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started
reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the day we
first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that
he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too
afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to
listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too
afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in
love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with
me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always
unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his
life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended
when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he
was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his
heart.
If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell
him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.
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Janice Finley
finleyj@otelco.net
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Poetry Section
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Paper Heart ? ? ? ? ?
? ? Janice Finley
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A heart is made out of paper;
Yet it Means all the world to me.?
It's pasted down on cardboard
As crooked as can be.
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But when it comes from someone
As dear to me as you,?
It doesn't even matter
That it's sticky from the glue.
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Just to know you made it
Especially for me,?
I'm proud to put it on my fridge
For all the world to see,
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I may get other Valentines
But none that will compare
With a heart made out of paper
And glued with loving care.
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Janice Finley
finleyj@otelco.net
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Word explanation:
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Radha Soami:? Hindi for
Lord for the Soul, a greeting used by people on the Path I follow to
acknowledge the Creator with in.
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Master:? refers to the
Radiant form of the Master in this case Maharaj Charan Singh Ji who initiated
me on to the Path I follow.? It is His inner form not his outer form in
this context.
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He, Him see above
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Satsang: Hindi for gathering of
seekers of Truth
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When I originally wrote this I
wasn't sure why I had done it!? then the poem "disappeared" somewhere
in the house not to be found until about a month ago!? Now that my hubby
of 37 years is really dying, the poem makes sense to me!!? i need to
remember the wonderful life we had and not the one I share with the stranger
who can't remember and who I know has only a very limited time left on this
earth.? thanks for reading...................................
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? Eulogy for My Husband While He Lives? ? ?
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Vona Marengo
suntigermoon@verizon.net
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When your karmas ended and you
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? left me
with your empty shell,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
the old worn-out garment of you life
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
to be disposed of---
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I was angry, sad, afraid, full of pain---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the? tapestry of my life was full of holes----
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
tattered, torn, ruined---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
huge holes---tatters in the morning
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Where ???Radha Soami??? and rush-off-to-meditation had been.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? after
meditation, no starting of the day
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with hugs and I-love-yous---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? hole after hole---shambles---
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Morning coffee for one, no hugs and good-by kisses,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? no
welcome home greetings,
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empty chair at dinner, evening tie and Satsang,
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no holding hands and walking side-by-side,
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Gaps??”rips??”torn fabric??”tatters??”shreds---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the most
terrible space of all---our bed,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
now to vast for one---no good-night kisses,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? no I-love-yous, no
???Radha Soamis---???
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In my self-pitying state, I crumpled the cloth, stuffed it
away!
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ignoring
the Master??™s urgings
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to lay out the cloth and gaze
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upon it with love and understanding.
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Then one day I opened the box in my mind,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? removed the tapestry,
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spread it fully
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
in the Sun of Sharp Remembering---
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Look!? There is no
torn and ripped cloth!
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Behold!
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
a? beautiful length
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ? ? of LACE!
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What I had taken to be holes,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? were open
designs
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
embroidered
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? with LOVE!
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Golden threads, silver ones!
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? all? the colors
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
of? every the shimmering rainbows,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
each display of Northern Lights!
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Never had I seen anything
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? So
exquisitely
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
meaningful,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
so beautiful!
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The beginning and ending of the cloth
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? were?
neatly, tenderly edged in sparkling fringe,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
(not harshly ripped at all!)
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
finished with LOVE!
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The lace of my life contained all that you
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? shared with
me through the years---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? all
your love and understanding---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
your kind and gentle ways---
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The I-love-yous,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the Radha
Soamis,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the
hugs
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
kisses---
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There to treasure were all the good times,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the? not
to good---even some sad ones---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
the richer, the poorer,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the sickness and
the health---
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But---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? most? radiant to behold
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
was the overall pattern---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? LOVE!
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Gently, I was awakened
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? from? my rememberings,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
by the soft creaking and clacking
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
of Life??™s loom;
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Realizing
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? ? ? ? ? ? that Master
was there
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
helping me
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? to weave a new cloth---
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To my delight
? ? ? ? ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ? He was using
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? all
of the colors
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
from? my Memory Cloth!
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Your life had added to mine
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? In such a
wondrous way!
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I noticed, too,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
That the new cloth
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Was soft enough for new lace to be formed!
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but;? best of all---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
because of? you---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
the new cloth was full of LOVE!
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Sp, I gave the sparkly piece of lace to Master---
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? He blessed
it, folded it,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Gave it back to me;
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? to be tucked away
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In the recesses of my heart,
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? to be
remembered----
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
remembered with LOVE??”
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? RADHA SOAMI
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~**~**~
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Readers Feedback
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Prayer Requests and Updates
Feb 14th - I am so sorry to hear
about Jene Lind's heart attack and surgery.? I will keep her in my
prayers.? God bless, Sharlett
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Feb 14th thank you very much she is added to a
pray list in ky? usa?
i hace in enjoy of the letters you all have sent to me I went thorough this
with my mother and did not make it. on the other hand my step dad did so I have
been there.? Please keep your faith up and prayers that will help out time
will tell? it is a long haul to recover, so be there for her nightmare1963299@yahoo.com
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Feb 14th :?
Carol,
My wonderful Rocky Bird died yesterday.? I loved that
bird so much and my heart is very sad today.? He was so smart and
sweet.? I have a very hard time when one of my pets die............ My
heart is sad.? There will never be another Rocky Bird.? Please pray
for me, I am going to see if the breeder has another one the same color as
Rocky.? Laura
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