In following my hearts calling this leads me here.
Truly Blessing comes to those who wait on him...
For my work is done here in New York N.Y.
" As I made my bed in SHEOL thou art with me "
The only thing was it surely was COLD there has I slept on that
STREET...
GOD remembers those who suffer for HIS namesake...
Letters of Somerford
Yet even while seen through the eyes of many...
Still lying lifeless on 45th an Broadway last night in Time square
America's Big Apple...
As if like a flashback it accrued to me.
Who would know in the dark of night that through the Forest flew a
Blackbird that died that night? GOD would...
So as like any good Samaritan would do I picked up.
That lifeless little Bird left there lying amok in the middle of the
road, and walked it to the curb.
While in the background all I heard was this peaceful musician playing
songs from the heart of our homeland.
Those flutes a flaring fluently through the air last night.
I walked upon a clear ROSE bag. And as I bent down to pick it up all I
saw were a flock of birds swarming to find rest.
Right then and there on top of the Virgin music store sing therein
time square.
* In seeing that it accrued to me
Just how many birds I saw daily flying by my tent every night while my
stay in the Virgin Islands of St Thomas U.S.V.I.
the place I called Home for seven months this year. 2006
Bet they saw what I was doing and wanted to perch there quickly, to
see just what I would do at that point in time.
locating a trash receptacle was easy for there was one right there in
front of my path as I crossed the street.
Gently as I laid the lifeless bird into its new place...
I saw all the birds take off at once, as that musician played on an on
an all right there. In to the late of night.
The wonder of aha and the joy it can bring…
For my work is done here in New York N.Y.
" As I made my bed in SHEOL thou art with me "
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