"AND PROTECT US FROM ALLL EVIL... AMEN."

its aucoustics are dynamic I know enough of the words to sing this in my well singing voice its an experience all right moving alive electric embrasses Lori all the time Evil is here Satan "Micheal" fallen from heaven the most beautiful angel with all his temptations of man I dont think angels will come for me I think i'll get stuck to wander but whom knows I dont though I fear and ponder it having passed through so many systems in my time here I remember the churchs I cleaned one once peaceful and warm and humble sweeping vacuming dusting scrubbing the floor mowing the lawn the statues silent the sunshine falling mute and gentle through the glass so much in this world today yet its been this way forever such is social view tolerance and ignorance the new evil growing fast like floodwaters swirling If I meet an angel in my dreams I will tell them about You Longo my freind but somehow I think they know you well another great write on this beautiful spring Sunday

this day? However I can say that I like this poem, this Christian weave of threads so black and white so contrasting that in the blackness of night or in the brightness of day they are not discernible, each camouflaged by their descriptive elements in time. There for those who wish to see visions, or in the depths of despair seek solace in whatever can be the explanation for their dismay. Well I can understand this plight of mind and spirit, even though I have no vision of the two mentioned 'skikkelser', if they help one's imagination they are valuable as tools, but they do not explain anything for me. This comes immediately after writing a little rhyme about the Name you mention to you elsewhere, strange ...... Your Annuccia