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When I go Home again

When I go Home again

It comes to me often in silence
When night falls.
The shadows of the moon flicker
I dream of the glorious greeting
I yearn for familiar warmth and welcome….
There will be peace.
There will be music.

The hands of Angels will welcome me
When I go Home again

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Carol was discovered by another writer, who is honored to share her works with you. In the fullness of time, Carol's musings, some of them written nearly twenty years ago, have emerged. She allows them to be shared with a still seeking and grateful heart.

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