Richard Emery Poems

As the years pass by, I sit in the garden of my mind without
motion, unaware of the world outside of the garden walls. My
garden is full of weeds, but alias, I have no tools to clear them, no
desire to go forth from the garden to purchase them, so here I stay
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Angels Unawares

How many times have you entertained angels unawares? We wonder how God could allow such misery, hatefulness, wars, murders and rapes? Well it's a gift to us and it's called free will or choice. God allows you decide what you will do every minute of everyday but what we forget to remember is all choices have consequences, for every action there is a reaction good or bad. The gift of a smile is a easy thing to give that could bring a moment of joy just at the right time. Yes even you could be an angel unawares…
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