The prayer
There are no reason or rhyme to these entries, though I have them in order, it is up to Our Lady as how they want to be posted. There are close to two thousand in the collection, so many of them will have to rest within their sacred space. They are happy, sad, witty, joyous, but some dark, soul wrenching, forlorn and mysterious--but never defeated. I have tried to keep to the more uplifting theme ones as we all have dark day as you know sweetheart, many a days you have gone fishing, into the depths of the underworld and despair. As I have.
Through the years I have come to understand and realize that when I did not hear from I was not the reason. This lesson I had to pay dearly, as much my sentiments had much to do with our separation. I was scared, frightened and lung to you like crucifix. So now I do see. Perhaps that was the cord that had to be broken, and re-spun once more to make it even tighter between us.
You are like this tree balanced on the edge of the precipice, hanging on but still trying to reach the sky. The howling winds, rain and snow at times batter you, but never ever can uproot you from the heart of God Herself. Your passion, your light your love is beyond measure. Know this--you are eternally appreciated and prayed for.
"Other men said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.".
--G. Moore
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.".
--G. Moore
Your Suzie
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