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Follow my blog with Bloglovin Every Moment We are not here to live, With the small life of our ego But we are here to fulfill The purpose of our souls.   Yes, I'm a diminutive injured, Narrowly shattered even And perpetually scarred  But I'm still here, aren't I?   I am still fighting the good fight,  God is still waking me up every day  To go through it all over again  Being renewed with a clean slate. This life, at times, is hard as hell.  But life is still a gift, a journey Because I am going to live,  Every moment of it. 2021 ©  William Darnell Sr All rights reserved. Year Posted 2021 Source -  PoetrySoup™ (The moral rights of the author asserted.) Every Moment(poetrysoup.com)

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Morning Glow When I woke up this morning, With the Sun's glowing rays I leaned forward to feel  The warmth on my face. I, sitting on the porch, Watching nature awaken Birds come out for feeding  I was excited and shaking.  The wind blows softly, The trees wave their leaves Like they're saying:  Good Morning, indeed The doves in the background, Are cooing for more. Cotton ball clouds; of greys and white, Roaming the sky above feels right The smell of rain permeates the air Flowers unfold pedals Forms the beauty, out there. 2024 © William Darnell Sr All rights reserved. Year Posted 2024 Source - PoetrySoup ™ (The moral rights of the author asserted.) Credits: Swagger Art Studios' & Poetry © 2024

Follow my blog with Bloglovin My BFF Oh, the joy earned, Having a friend like you A model of the ways of life Next to me in innocence. To open up my heart, Not afraid for you to see Or too displeased to care. To rest in silence,  Savoring our tender tie  Oh, so close to you sharing Moments of our lives passed. The soft aura we shared, By this friendship          "The purest of all."                                                                                                                  Special Thanks & Credits Also:                                      ...

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Mary's Homecoming We find ourselves with you in time,  Thoughts of you are roaming our minds Angels playing music at the Gate Heaven will be Home; let's call it fate. Do not be weary or troubled, my friend,  With words I write but not to offend  They are written to help us, too It's become part of our plight with you. You'll always be this ray of light, In our hearts, you're one of a kind  But when that day comes around It will break the hearts of the abound. We'll always celebrate the life we shared, So, please, Mary, do not be despaired We're closing now with this in mind You're almost Home: The Angels are flying. The Gate is open, a reception has started, Music's playing for your departing  God's arms are open, ready to embrace Your presence here was not disgraced. *Special credits and thanks: Co-Author & Sister, Deb Kellison 2024 © William Darnell Sr All rights reserved. Year Posted 2024 Source - PoetrySoup™ ...