Life marches on like the beating of a live drum.
Echoing into eternity.
Strategic manueuvers put into place preparing us for the battle.
Out in combat, feelings of abandonment hover above,
Until the gentle breeze blows it from my mind.
Deep breath in,
Wounded,
Second Wind.
I've been preparing my whole life for this.
In the trenches protected from direct arrows, looks inviting.
But here I stand, strong in faith and spirit with my captain leading me..
Lessons learned, Thankful heart, for your never ending grace!
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Aloha Vonda... Now this is interesting, when compared to those others... A battle field of some girth... a very large field... a mind not shallow yet laying fallow... ready to be furrowed furiously... by a being somewhat of a human like moi? Maybe! But here I stand, strong in faith and spirit with my captain leading me..; kinda, sorta, as me? Forever! All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two