I've seen some things throughout the years;
I know we're not alone.
There's angels watching over us;
to me this has been shown.
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Thank you, Ron, for giving us the privilege of taking a glimpse of your family. Top Marks! ! !
Sometimes when we are at the brink of death or when our life is so threatened, it is where at our best
Your poem reminder me of unseen hands story. Such experience fo happen especially ehen we need it most as a miracle indeed. Your poem is touchy.
Absolutely incredible Cowboy. I love this. Every now n then, here n there, the lights of eternity shine into the world we presently know.... the curtain gets pulled back just a bit, for just a glimpse...
Uncanny! Your great-grandfather survived a plunge into a river with hands tied. How fitting that his soul helped you to escape drowning. This reminds me of when my daughter fell into a pool, at age two, and sank to the bottom. As I dove down to save her, I saw her mouth wide open. After I brought her to the surface, she was fine. A reflex had sealed her windpipe, so she didn't choke or splutter.
My first comment should be in the earlier poem: Family History Part 5. It was inadvertently put in here, so sorry.