Posted in 2014

Entering Time, Endless. January 12 2014

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I grasp in my hands
For a pithy time,
The essence of eternal bliss.

The question comes,
I rue the night,
How can I not exist?

Dare I let it slip away?
I wring my hands
Bewitched.

Will decisions of the here and now
All other regrets
Eclipse?

I clasp my hands, I meditate
On entering time,
Endless.

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A Wife, Mother, Grandmother with tons of experience in the arena called *Life* I love information, and endeavor to utilize it as practically as possible. I have worked as a Healthcare coordinator, HR Manager for over 26 yrs, and 19 +years as a Property Manager. I have raised 4 children and have 8 grandchildren. I love to write poetry and short stories, cook, explore religious experiences and be in charge of stuff :)

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