The Poetic Messenger Part Ii
Stories of Blame and Guilt Are Not Mine to Claim. I Am Just the Messenger of Their Pain.
Fiction & Literature, Poetry
| Author: | Veronica B. White | ISBN: | 9781491806371 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | October 24, 2013 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Veronica B. White |
| ISBN: | 9781491806371 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication: | October 24, 2013 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
| Language: | English |
If you liked Part 1 of The Poetic Messenger, you will love Part 2. Veronica White continues to advocate and tell the story of people, who cannot write or express their ideas, thoughts, or experiences. In order to tell the stories of these wonderful individuals, Veronica puts herself in their shoes and connects with them either emotionally, spiritually, and sexually. As a result, she writes as The Messenger to their pain, joy, and frustrations as depicted in this poetic prose called, Time to Heal: Time to heal Time to set aside unnecessary pills Time to get back on track And take the time to just relax: Smell a rose Bass in the sun Watch the children play and run Time to change your attitude And show a little more gratitude To experts who are trying their best And love ones who comfort in distress Sickness can be unreal But you must continue to live And be thankful for each new day Praying away the pains of yesterday Life is like a vapor of smoke. One minute were here Seconds later, were gone. Tomorrow isnt promised, And time waits on no one. When our life on earth is finished, Our mission is done.
If you liked Part 1 of The Poetic Messenger, you will love Part 2. Veronica White continues to advocate and tell the story of people, who cannot write or express their ideas, thoughts, or experiences. In order to tell the stories of these wonderful individuals, Veronica puts herself in their shoes and connects with them either emotionally, spiritually, and sexually. As a result, she writes as The Messenger to their pain, joy, and frustrations as depicted in this poetic prose called, Time to Heal: Time to heal Time to set aside unnecessary pills Time to get back on track And take the time to just relax: Smell a rose Bass in the sun Watch the children play and run Time to change your attitude And show a little more gratitude To experts who are trying their best And love ones who comfort in distress Sickness can be unreal But you must continue to live And be thankful for each new day Praying away the pains of yesterday Life is like a vapor of smoke. One minute were here Seconds later, were gone. Tomorrow isnt promised, And time waits on no one. When our life on earth is finished, Our mission is done.
