An Honest Fate The Wayward Hopes Emotion Chapter 12 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

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The-
start of a
new freedom-
is the simple vision
of Hope for all, of our Creator.

The one prudence born, of the fruitful
meditation of His soul, softly, and simply,
spoken.

The tender desire found through the weary eyes
the one sweet emotion awaiting the humbled soul
that has been made certain and is willing, and ready
to remain, now and forever open.

For the willing heart lays open to what struggle and strife
this life may bring. For the willing are patient and aware
of the awesome blessings that will come, in this certain time
of opportunity.

For freedom for all is granted by our Creator and given the eyes
to see the Great Passion of His Heart, rising and forever evolving
in the emotion of this Grace, and is brought through our Creator's
Hope to rise to this position, all through a life lived openly for all,
and for the one.

As it is seen to be one love sown in peace.

The one condition of His that is sown for all the soul,
through the standard and goodness of Jesus's peaceful
words of mercy.

Found in the steady advance and revealed moreover,
in the nature of this, His Devotion for all, shown through
the perfection of His Love in Faith. And so, yes; freedom
is found, and does rest in the measure, solely upon the
given surrender. The complete abandon to be found
within the open heart of the broken, will. So this is a
willing devotion, given the very sight this season to
see, and the mind to dream.

To take a jaunt upon the merry winds of this gracious
opportunity.

For the peaceful pardon and certain reasoning for this
season, is the one blessing given and given for all; of our
Creator's foremost desire.

Seen by me now to be the One Perfected Love offered here to me
as well, and moving through the Spirit of His wayward hopes emotion.

The tender grace; born of His chance, and granted for all, and
so it is intended to be, a simple adaptation.

Alive and well and abundantly thriving, within the heart of a
newborn child. To be alone, picked up by Him and swept
away, alive, and wandering free.

Tossed about and around within the hands of the many winds of
peace, and so away goes the gentle chipper leaf, sent adrift now,
and amid the fall, apart from the day of the perfect warmth shown
to him in the beauty and simpler days of his youth.

For when to look upon that day just as he was then quickened
in the Spring now his spirit wandering is found again, recalling
the scene.

As now he is a new hope for me taken aloft the care and gentle
notions of our Creator and aloof the hearty welcome of the breeze.

A ways apart from the one so tender; the ever tender timber
tree.

While the love of our Father; for him will sew a new place
in His heart as well, as will I, I know, a perfect home.

For, I have been granted the eyes to see.

That yes, freedom knows well these standards of the
open heart, and stands patiently in the shadows of
its' wisdom, and remains in the noble pursuit of
their perfection.

The ever tender nature sown of honesty
and love and humility, and faith. As it
is this peaceful vision, born anew for
all each day, of our Creator's,
Almighty Grace.
Yes, and
now in view
and amid
the essence
of His light
this graceful
dance of this
peaceful heart,
has come to see
that in the end,
this freedom,
really never falls far,
far from the breadth; of the tree. ~ (~) ~

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. 133 Words . An Honest Fate . Authors Biography .

Authors Biography: James Lee Long, was raised in a dysfunctional family till the age of 8. After floating around in various foster homes. He is an athletic, creative, and fun-loving person. There is also a very contemplative, and withdrawn side to him as well. His poetry is a vehicle to reach out to others, both in a sense of offering them his own experiences and speaking for validation of his own. He is he feels now overcoming solely through the "Power" of our Creator's Love, and many other good folks concerned for him, some mental and learning disabilities as well as ever-increasing Alcoholism and Drug abuse, to become a writer. Later in his life, he has found our Creator and has been working for the next person's peace and his own ever since.

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. An Honest Fate . Prologue .

Sitting here mid the stillness, at this moment fond, quiet, and connected; my time alone to play with our Creator has come.

As I dance with Him through tender woods and fields of green. Pondering new days joys beheld those of cool winds awakened visions of things unseen.

Cradled in His arms of love waltzing away as one amid our fond ascension, and euphoric, concatenation.

Catching leaves together with, quill; in hand, as they fall, while to the thrill of my mind's contentment, days of my youth return to me as the true goodness of their nature, I recall. While scales of worries slip away and my heart soars Free.

Yes amid this simple beauty I find our Creator, through the patient art, of Prose Poetry. "As His love and hope, and peace fulfill me, covering me; protecting me teaching me; advancing me; directing me; holding me carrying me; molding me honing, me completing me; when I am writing!

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