| Author: | Midge Johnson | ISBN: | 9781477107379 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | July 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Midge Johnson |
| ISBN: | 9781477107379 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | July 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
If you, like me, should chance to walk in search of knowledge so you can say, fi nished not is man of clay, he is not dead, just gone away, then you, like me will fi nd you stand on a mystic path that upwards winds. In these pages are my fi nds as I walked this path that bends and winds. Not near as easy, you, like me will see, as the way I had been told it would be. I faced disappointment and mistrust when more and more said to me trust. I learned it is a lonesome path, whence once you start, no turning back. You will fi nd with doubts and misbelief, your often mired to the knees, but the glimpse you are allowed to see, will pull you onward to what is to be. Then, suddenly a friend you greet, the mire starts to recede, and you realize now you believe. there is much more that you cant see, and that life continues, must really be, for how could these words be given to me, for knowing myself, they come not from me, or for myself alone to read.
If you, like me, should chance to walk in search of knowledge so you can say, fi nished not is man of clay, he is not dead, just gone away, then you, like me will fi nd you stand on a mystic path that upwards winds. In these pages are my fi nds as I walked this path that bends and winds. Not near as easy, you, like me will see, as the way I had been told it would be. I faced disappointment and mistrust when more and more said to me trust. I learned it is a lonesome path, whence once you start, no turning back. You will fi nd with doubts and misbelief, your often mired to the knees, but the glimpse you are allowed to see, will pull you onward to what is to be. Then, suddenly a friend you greet, the mire starts to recede, and you realize now you believe. there is much more that you cant see, and that life continues, must really be, for how could these words be given to me, for knowing myself, they come not from me, or for myself alone to read.
