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Isabel My iPeace Friend,

DRESSED FOR THE OCCASION

Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.

Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.

Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?

David Sparenberg
18 July 2009

Mais CARO ISABEL ELISA

Fundo dentro de meu coração de perambulação e alma instável, eu desejo à maioria sinceramente meu caro
obrigado para seu convite a seu liga comigo por favor fica em contacto quando acha qualquer hora seria
maravilhoso poder saber compartilhar nossos sentimentos e interesses em conversa aberta transpor este vazio e
nossa idade e cultura Com introspecções fundas e sentimentos livremente então Nosso conhecimento cresce em
amizade para todo tempo

Gostaria de poder saber que o que seus sonhos são para sua vida futura e carreer o que você faz cada dia com
seu tempo o que você faz para divertimento e descanso o que você faz com a sua família em celebração de vida o
que você faz gozar seus fins de semana e liberta tempo…etc

tão por favor fique em contacto quando pode e farei o mesmo mais uma vez eu obrigado para esta oportunidade de
compartilhar posso todos seus dias é enchido com felicidade e saúde pode seus anos adiante é enchido com êxito
e riqueza pode todo seu amados gozam o mesmo espero sua resposta quando tempo permite

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COMING ON

When the one who is awaited comes
and you find your face
within his face
and your heartbeat
living inside his heartbeat
as entwined as lover’s breath;

when the angel that he brings
bears your name as
clearly inscribed as his own
and the animal at his side
walks peacefully
in the shadow of your footsteps;

then will the Earth Revolution begin
like a child
awakening at the onset of morning
(a Dawn Child)
and green will be as red as gold.

And that which starts
prayerful in a whispered word
swift as lightning
or as wildfire consumes
not but bitterness
and the lusts of exploitation and war.

And it shall end in this:
The never ending fertility
of the dream of God
and the promise filling the fields
of holy prophesy. For we

in the companionship
of the awaited—of one coming on—
shall eat at the banquet of our preparations.
And the one will be invited
to sit here
and be among us.

That day shall be called
Abundance. And that night
Deliverance from the Apocalypse
of manmade evils. And the world
with the one at the center of
the everywhere from
now until always will dance.

Dance as people dance
around a tree of fire
that does not burn but
shines with joy. With life.
With redefining
Liberty.

David Sparenberg
6 August 2008

ON HEARING AGAIN BEETHOVEN’S
ODE TO JOYIn the terrible
conflagration of war
it is not only armies
that are consumed
but the obo
and the violin die
die tragically as well.

In the monstrous
rampages of hatred
it is not only the victims
of insidious propaganda who
are the targets of political rage
but the flowers of perception
are withered too.

Like a winter storm
the land that longs
for love of spring
wastes with wounds
and ugly memories.

Somewhere in the darkness
of petrifying screams
there is the smell of
carrion earth
an outcry of blood.

Music too
like a sweetness in the soul of
struggling even
as a song bird
nesting
in the heart of the angel
of human discovery perishes.

Who then pleads
for the others who
are scattered everywhere
like dust in the wind?

David Sparenberg
25-26 July 2008

Hello ISABEL ELISA S.M. BAPTISTA !!!
I hope, you are fine and healthy and send you the most cordial greetings.
I hope, we all find a good way for peace and freedom for all the people and for all the creatures on this wonderful blue planet.
YES, WE CAN !!!
Wish yourself and your family a peaceful and funny week and all the very best for you.
Your Hans-Joachim KNOLL

Dear Ms. Isabel Elisa S.M. Baptista

My sincere welcome to you at this site of peace
I hope my message finds you in excellent health and spirit
My daily thoughts and prayers are with you and your loved ones
I hope you are able to find it within your hoheart to allow me into your circle of friends
No matter what your decision may be
I hope all your hopes and dreams become reality

Peace and Love,
James
jamesagalgano@gmail.com