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Quiet Gifts................................................for Barry
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Quiet Gifts................................................for Barry |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Quiet Gifts To quell a fear Ring soft a bell Carry a kerchief Hold back thy swell To then prepare That come what may Fares thee well For yet this day Know what lies On thy trail In forward going Thou shall not fail But quell not thy bell Of life yet to live With open palm render That which would give A gift of life A dream to trust That all of life In faith, be just [This message has been edited by Lady In White (08-31-2002 04:24 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Oh my gosh, I just know Barry is going to love this as I do! (big hugggsssss) Yes, may we all live and live justly, trusting the plan He has established for us all and following our own itinerary of destiny! (big hugggsssss) This is beautiful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." Shakira [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (08-31-2002 04:20 PM).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
very very moving, I'm sure Barry will appreciate your time and the beauty it derived Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Lady in White... Thee doth know thy knight awaits thy need. As moons rise and suns set, as rivers crest upon the tide. As hearts beat within thy breast...As words touch the soul of me. Thank You... Thy fear upon the ring of bell the ring of soul in whisper tell The clutch of heart in waking quest The hold of soul in knowing best The swell of breast at courage seen The feel of what is yet be glean The moment of the loneliness A time when one is prone to guess. The trek is long, the night is clear The heart is strong, I say this, dear. when travels take to places new My heart I'll give to guide you through. As times do come and sands now fall into the endless pit below A friend shall be in wait of call Till time is still, till all must go. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Lady Tenderly written and deserving of the lovely reply from Barry. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
...Exquisite... |
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