(His dear soul departed from us on February 4, 2014 The morning of the hugest snowstorm by far for the Midwest)
"And there he went
Back to dust,
Another Romeo,
To bear his cross.
The most precious of souls
To take his own life...
I sit here and ask myself,
Where do we draw the line?
How long will we continue
To live a lie?
All of those beautiful young souls,
That we suppress their lives,
Make them struggle so much,
Until their dreams altogether die?
Older generations I ask of you... but why?
How long shall my eyes weep,
A heart heavy with sorrow...
Oh, Lord strengthen me, please,
The wounds are so deep."
-Love - Wise Owl Lady
*Trying to stay strong,
Never let go of thy fallen brother's hand,
How do we instill hope into a loveless,
wicked, unbelieving, and self-destructive generation?
How do we handle the pain?
Let our own children know
that we live in a world,
Where mankind gives each other very little room to grow.
We see the signs of God's power and marvel,
As if we see no warning,
As if it's an inconvenience,
As if we really know anything of life at all,
Which we clearly do not, with the direction the world is headed in.
But to know Thy Father, to know Love, To eliminate all the
make-believe and cease our wicked ways.
How will we ever truly until the End,
As a whole, become His people?
What will it take?
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