On a glorious Sunday morning … one could say an Easter Sunday …
today , today, today in marvelous paradise second by second to the full cup of divine love it is the way of all life and the creation of eternity where all our tomorrows have a new sun aglow in sparkled light, forever shining. it is the tale of a wise man, full of beauty and joy, signifying everything.
… from PASSING TIME
Ron, don’t hold up proceedings with all your yarns.
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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me
And I am not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you would not cry
The way you did today.
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say.
I know how much you love me
As much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand.
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I would have to leave behind,
All those I dearly loved.
But when I walked though heavens gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.
He said " This is eternity,
And all I promised you."
Today for life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
For today will always last,
And since each days the same way,
There is no longing for the past.
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Do not think were far apart.
For every time you think of me,
I am right there in your heart.
By David M. Ramano
LOVE SUSAN AND ANDREW WALTERS
On a glorious Sunday morning … one could say an Easter Sunday …
today , today, today
in marvelous paradise second by second
to the full cup of divine love
it is the way of all life
and the creation of eternity
where all our tomorrows have a new sun
aglow in sparkled light, forever shining.
it is the tale of a wise man, full of beauty and joy,
signifying everything.
… from PASSING TIME
Ron, don’t hold up proceedings with all your yarns.
Love
RICHARD Scutter … Cursillo 1980
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