Free Forever
Free Forever
Liberated of anything and everything that impedes us in any way. How do we find that kind of liberation, what must we do?
That is where this poem came from. Like the blue winged butterfly,
Drifting from hence to some destination
( forever or just a short time):
Never to be heard, only to be seen
Seen in all its beauty;
Agift from the Hand of God--
To be relished, enjoyed
A remembrance of him,
The creator of all.
He who is our spirits kindred,
(we with whom his spirit dwells),
Shall at last drift too,
Like the butterfly;
Knowing from whence we came
And our final destination;
In Him ,with Him, of Him.
Knowing not the pain of death
Nor the separation from his Love--
His Everlasting Gift of life eternal:
Forever
Free. Russell R Cranmer Jr.
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