Thank You Poem
To Anita, wherever you are. I wish you the best.
Anita,
You taught me the word "Rebuke."
You Rebuked everything.
Dangerous people, around you or your family.
Evil thoughts, or evil deeds.
You Rebuked everything in the name of the Lord,
Jesus Christ.
You told me to pray.
Anita told me to pray,
Not God,
Not the Lord.
Anita.
I don't have to listen to Anita, but she showed a strength from her wheelchair that I've not seen in men 5-times her size.
She showed a strength of will, of determination, to be around her was to feel Trust and Strength, through what she would say was "the Lord." The Lord gave her strength and she Rebuked everything in His name, anything that did not fit his image, and I admire the Hell out of that.
My goodness could Anita get on a roll, on a ramble, on a tangent about the Almighty,
and the thing is,
most of the time,
it sounded like a Sermon. She seemed to me a good lady. A loving and protective and wonderful mother. And I am so happy to have met her. Thank You
About the Creator
Thae
The less you know, the more you hear.
"You have to stay silent to listen, just rearrange the letters." -Michael the Author
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
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By Lana V Lynx4 days ago in FYI
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I love this. Good work!