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My Soul Weeps

My Soul Weeps

I came across an old book of my poems today. I haven’t written a poem in years! A lot of sad ones unfortunately. My soul is like a sponge. It absorbs life’s sorrows, Until it can hold no more. Then it weeps. Written by Nina Andersen...
The Root Of Forgiveness

The Root Of Forgiveness

I woke up early again this morning. It was a little too soon to disturb the house, so I snuggled back under my blankets to doze until my alarm went off. I have felt Mother Mary around me quite a bit since my last trip to the hospital. Her loving presence has been a...

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