At times over the past year or so I have felt exactly as Dennis Mchale has so beautifully articulated in this poem. Blind, directionless and alone.
Thank you Dennis for sharing you gift with the world.
Awoke today to nothingness, and no sense of direction
I looked upon the looking-glass which offered no reflection
Without much aim, I stumbled forth, devoid of my complexion
And set my way in this darkened day, begun in such rejection.
Aimlessly, I persevered, despite my lack of vision
Offered up my hopelessness as an object for derision
Stepped forth into my wandering, so filled with indecision
But felt somehow, that even now, this was the best decision.
Sightless and in full confusion, one foot before another
I wandered forth upon my course, each turn unlike the other
I cried out for a helping hand, I cried out for a brother
With breathless yelp, I screamed, “please help” but my words were quickly smothered.
I turned about and struggled home, afraid and full defeated
And not one time upon the path, ever was I greeted
Yet even so in time…
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Vic's Final Journey 
Undefeated – yes.
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Heaven is a kingdom- perfect, peaceful and bright-where all God’s precious children- are protected in his light. There is no illness or distress- not anger, hate or fear. Everyone basks in his love-as he tenderly holds them near. Heaven is the paradise-where we all long to be- God’s grace and love
show in his eyes- in full felicity.
“The High and Glorious Place by: Wendie Jeanne Deacon
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