Glory Be
Love, Papa.
With the last vestiges of a life now past
And the cloudy dreams of what next will be,
I release this moment to all that is.
For tis only in the hanging on that pain exists.
And with release that freedom is gained.
Adventure cannot come your way
While bound and shackled to a life now gone.
Fear lies deep in the forgotten hopes of dreams long past.
Yet never really unfulfilled if brought to this place and
time.
For it is now that glory be.
Though imagined not...
This is the dream fulfilled.
Love, Papa.
Please share Papa with
those you love.
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