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The Truthseekers

 

God is not some crazy man’s idea.  He is in all of us.  As seekers of the truth, we do not spend our lives idle.  We are the chosen few, who have decided to believe the message- into what must be done.  In our cause we learn God’s wisdom, compassion, and mercy.  I myself, a believer amongst millions.  The great truth of forgiveness.  The court case was settled and there is no judgment.  For it has now been recorded that mercy triumphs over judgment.  My heart may be racked with sorrows unknown.  My soul may be crushed to the devastations of hell.  My spirit belongs to my God, and he shall write me once again.

    If I have been living a lie, I need to wake up.  If I have been trying to convince myself that an illness is only a bad habit, I need to get real.  If I have a chance to make a difference in this world, I will start today to live the way I believe a real man of Royal blood should live.  My strength will come from my insight; my working spiritual development will come from knowledge and wisdom, and my faith to believe in myself I will ask my friends to offer.  Surely with the good friends I can find in this world, I can once and for all never be alone again.

    To those who I have lost along the way, I pray God has been merciful and you are now waiting for our reunion.  It is because I never got to say goodbye, know the day, or the hour that the tears flowed freely from my eyes.  As my sorrow drains, it will take time to fill me up once again.  Never have I lost so much, so suddenly, so final. . . My dear friend, life is not the same without you around to share in conversations.  How many times I wanted to hold you, and just say I love you.  Stolen from me, taken from me, and I feel victimized!  No rage, no anger, only the sorrow of lonely teardrops falling in the night.

    I pray for the day when I am free to join you. When I have lived my life and done my best to honor your memory.  When I find peace with my enemy, when my children play with my enemies, when I once and for all seek the truth of why you had to die.  I will forge ahead and hold my head high.  I’ll remember the savior, those who die with him, and know it was not in vain.  I will clutch my bed and hold onto the pillow where you once slept.  I’ll always remember your presence- in my room.  How you smile so softly, and always told me. . .  ‘Oh how I miss the day’ when you were here with me.  My one and only, always and forever- true love.

 

 

Thomas A. SUTOR

P.O. Box 2343

Lompoc CA 93438

 

All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...

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