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I have walked quietly into the abyss ... and, I have, just as quietly
walked out.
I have
seen hints of heaven, but have remained outside looking in.
I have
seen the faces of angels: AA AA AA, have been charmed, allowed myself
to be
enslaved by the power of the greatest glory of the innocence of children.
I have
been dazzled beyond description by the creation of man.
My
mind, my heart and my soul has been lost by the destruction of man of glory.
I
stand confused by the creation of man in the name of God, only to become the
ashes of wrath.
I have
gazed upon new realities, marveled at truths I had not imagined, yet not become
their prisoner.
I have
greeted each glorious sunrise and each glorious sunset with with a celebration
in my heart that soared beyond the universe, for such is the gift of life.
I met
many, many strangers ... and we talked, talked and talked and shared, shared
yet again ... and I have known what it is to be a child again, eyes wide open,
my head the largest globe of admiration and, like the first space conqueror,
been where no man has been before.
I have
feasted on knowledge I knew not existed and I have been both a stranger, an
interloper of sorts, and I have probed, inquisited and questioned beyond the
borders of seeking answers to questions.
Most
of all I have looked into each moment and have found a beautiful experience,
happiness, satisfaction, delight, joy, love, wonderment and bewilderment, just the
wonderful of life with gratitude that I have been alive and have been given
licence to live these moments in a manner that creases my face with a billion
smiles in thanks to the gods of the universe (and my own God, too) ... for the
gift of living.
Yet,
however fulfilled my soul is, however entranced my body feels afloat in in
love, warmth, caring, friendship, new friendships, and everything that heaven
has to offer ... I am out of my body self in celebrating that I am back with
you again. Where I belong. For the moment at least.
So, as
I cherish you, celebrate you, enjoy you and am safe with you, let us continue
the business of making a memory each day ... the business of living.
In
Sydney, Australia.
I am
home and I love you
With
thanks to my brother Johnny and his forever love Matilda, for making part of
the journey possible in coming to the UK instead of meeting other commitments.
Mervyn
and Elsie Maciel, for the honour of chatting briefly with two special people.
Alvira
and Don, for sharing friends, laughter, smiles, memories, and making memories.
Jacinto,
Polly, James and Loretta for allowing me into your lives again!
Alex
Rebello, a keeper of the flame of St Teresa’s who achieves the impossible of
bringing my former classmates on a
regular basis.
Steve,
Marjie and Mel … eternally and unbreakable bond.
Gerry
and Leo … travellers from my roots!
Des
and Olga … Only You …
Alex
and Dahlia … together, living our memories and creating new ones together.
And
hundreds more I met in the UK, Spain Portugal, Morocco, Singapore …especially
some fantastic folks who were my companions on coaches, planes, ferries and
other modes of travel.
Thank
You.
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