tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895332300400292786.post7392551052115163257..comments2023-04-27T04:10:52.539-05:00Comments on St. Somewhere Journal: MysteriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895332300400292786.post-24611508038596578752010-02-11T15:22:26.424-06:002010-02-11T15:22:26.424-06:00This was from my heart to yours, Pam.
Blessings,
...This was from my heart to yours, Pam.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />GeoffreyGeoffrey Philphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13442948340176713964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895332300400292786.post-60406805836192335512010-02-11T11:23:31.057-06:002010-02-11T11:23:31.057-06:00Geoff: Such a poem! Such a poem! A poem to rub my ...Geoff: Such a poem! Such a poem! A poem to rub my heart till it hurts! These days, post Haiti's uproarious earth, I constantly imagine dying by violence, and pray for those who die that way, for the presence of Allah, Jah, the Most High God to be with them at the time of passing. Rex Nettleford's was sad but gentle. I give thanks for that as I give thanks for this poem. 1Luv,<br />pamclarabellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18046264094193801260noreply@blogger.com