Did I really forget such a beauty to love without fear and live my life with hope?
With hope and without fear that by time I
expire at last I'll return home....
...home to that most precious embrace...
Therefore the fear grips me because life seems to
be the only form of perceiving my entity.
I pray to realize that elating certainty...
Sometimes I feel like a child taken away from
its mother...
Sometimes I feel like a child torn from mother's womb...
OPEN ARMS OF CELESTIAL HOME WILL WELCOME ME,
I'M
LONGING SO MUCH.......
