When ,the house grows silent,
And the night draws near,
Our soul grows heavy,
With the flood of all our fears.

The future still comes,
This we know is true,
We will sit and remember,
All the time we had with you.

The sun will still rise,
And the days will go by,
You will always be watching,
From your seat way up high.

JOHN

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Spiritual peeps: have a beautiful Tuesday!
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A breadcrumb from my Pops. His number is 5. The other passionflowers have been all purple. This one has 5 white and 5 purple petals. 💜
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What a beautiful blog. written by Susan--one of our own.. a spiritual sister from a different mister, tho Id have to say her pops is kinda another one of my dads.... Love you all!

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