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The Saints are being made.
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We hold on to hope through all of life's bitter storms. Surely, God's grace continues to prove enough.
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It takes love and devotion to build a house and turn it into a Home. (=
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In awe of the crimson sky
Dusk kisses day and waves 'Goodbye'
My mind then closes down
As I feel ..
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We always question our 'mortality'. Then, as we come face-to-face with Love, nothing else matters. When we taste true love, we sacrifice everything fo..
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A Prayer to Sweet Mother Mary
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We are in control of our own destiny--not others, not any thing else. Only we can shape who we are, and where we "choose" to go--for the good or the b..
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To embrace the innocent, purity, those things that are meant to be..
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'Beneath the Fray' is a poem on nostalgia, mainly about a woman who had a significant impact on me, using metaphaors and symbolism to describe and rec..
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A hint of ethereal insight mixed with nature and the spiritual make this a truly tintulating/sensory experience!
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