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A quiet celebration
Bathed in silence and tears.
One becomes real…leaving
Somber souls to ponder
The truths of the Garden.

Hushed stillness hovers
As prayers are offered
To the Author of Life
The vapor of living breath
Eludes our understanding
Yet again…”Why,” we ask?

Sadness, grief, pain and sorrow,
Sickness and discouragement
Now turned upside down.
Seventeen years in the dot of life.
Now...is always...long ago
I have called you by name.
You are Mine. Come, now, to My house.
Dine with Me My child.

While pondering the miracle of the moment
A Great Celebration and Feast of Joy
At the Banqueting table
With music of tambourines and harps
The King and His host
Dancing in the center of
Sacred Circle of Life
Steve joining hands with the King
Real touching Real
“Welcome Home, Steve!”
“Welcome Home, little brother!”