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The picture is that of a 21*week*old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by a surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr Bruner's remarkable surgical procedure. Practising at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb. During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C*section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. During the surgery on little Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed, hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope." The text explaining the picture begins, "The tiny hand of 21*week*old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life." Little Samuel's mother said they "wept for days" when they saw the picture. She said, "The photo reminds us my pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person." "The Hand" of the fetus. You can see the actual picture, and it is awesome.incredible.
Please pass this on. The world needs to see this one.


All I am asking is a fighting chance.
I may be normal or I may be not
I want a fighting chance to fight for
my own life and fight my way out.

The law that protects human beings
has let us down so badly by allowing
us to be classed as not a human being;
killing unborn is murder by the law.

How would you like a law allowing
over sixty*five to be killed legally,
considering them not human legally
like the unborn as not a human being

Born people made the unjust law and
Forgot they too were all once unborn.
We are also human beings and are alive
Stop killing us, give us a chance to live.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver

Help pass the law
"Life at Conception Act": in USA CONGRESS.



Life Investment

Cast your bread upon the water,
You find after many days;
Sending a son or daughter,
They will find it that it stays.

Give a portion to seven,
You know not what disaster;
As the wrath comes from Heaven,
For you ignored the Master.

If the clouds are full of rain,
They empty upon the earth;
Does a tree feel any pain,
When the seed is giving birth.

Observing wind will not sow,
Looking at clouds will not reap;
But the farmer will just know,
During harvest will not sleep.

You know not of your spirit,
Comes to the bones in the womb;
You know not to inherit,
God saving you from the tomb.

In the morning sow your seed,
At night withhold not your hand;
You do not know what you need,
Confused about where you stand.

Truly the light remains sweet,
Being pleasant for the eyes;
Causing warmth under your feet,
Reflecting to make you wise.

If you live for many years,
Remember days of darkness;
All of the toils and snares,
Vanity of the starkness.

O young man, in your youth,
In those days let your heart cheer;
But do not become uncouth,
And have your heart walk in fear.

Remove sorrow from your heart,
From your body remove pain;
The dawn of life a new start,
Letting vanity not gain.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer



A Dream From The Future

A Dream From The Future

When employed at a college
for the maintenance personnel,
I worked in their museum
where my tasks were going well.

One night, I dreamed of entering
a room of antique lutes,
with scores of other instruments
of quasi ancient roots.

They filled the shelves in front of me
and stretched across the room;
the atmosphere, uncannily
had the feeling of a tomb!

With fiddles, banjos, zithers, harps,
and anything with strings,
this old display and fine array
had not left out a thing!

The lighting overhead was dim,
as if it were at night;
then suddenly, the curator
approached me on my right.

We spoke in in*distinctive words,
but friendly, nonetheless;
the dream, by now was dissipating,
I would soon egress.

Flash forward two weeks to the day,
I'm in the same museum!
I'm standing right in "deja vu",
same antique mausoleum!

The instruments, the curator,
the layout were exact!
I have no doubt in time voyages,
I've BEEN there, it's a FACT!

~William 6/24/2022



Black and White

Black and White

You gave life to the darkness
stole the light from my day
you brought to my life sadness
took everything away.
My life now has no colour
there is only black and white
there are no longer grey areas
where wrong could be right?
You have made me a monster
taken all of my pride
stole from me my future
destroyed everything inside.
But you offer no answers…
as to why this is so?
You offer no resolution
to letting this go.
I am betrayed.
by my own flesh and blood
what sort of man must I be?
To be left alone, shipwrecked and lonely
with nothing to hold onto…
except me?!

For Jessica



The Unelected

The Unelected

What is this world we now live in?
Where the unelected tell you what’s a sin
You’re told what is right for you to see
Under the rainbow flag of diversity
By the unelected President of Disney

Rounded up like cattle and separated
Into “those Loved” and “Those Hated”
Let’s forget about those working*class towns
You don’t exist anymore in the World of Pronouns
You'll get cancelled by saying women are men
Gender is now ruled by the unelected MSN

Take the knee for the sins of our father
In this world there is no happy ever after
Children being fed nonsense in schools
And being churned out angry fools
And let loose to be infected
By the Corporations of The Unelected

The World is now missing common sense
You’ll get shot down, sitting on the fence
Speak what we say and write what we write
There’s only the left and the demonized right
It’s ok, you’ll be ok, we’ll be ok, if you’re a believer
If you believe in The Unelected Mass Media



"a single bee's journey" -tanka

a bumble bee flies
to a garden of roses,
pollenates, he does;
then returns to the hive to
the queen bee buzzing now home.

´'t. imaan tretchicovmanicova



It a Mellow Vibe

It´s a mellowed out vibe
Cello playing in my ear drums
Strummin´ along my thoughts of chillaxin´
Saxin´ on a groove on my way home tonight
Underground vehicle moving at a rhythmic pace
Chasing traffic gliding smoothly
I´m feelin´ soothed
On this Thursday eve moon´
´Cuz this is a piece of a peace that surpasses all understanding,
When you know He´s with you in companion
At all times
Wherever you go
In your life,
Rockin´ to Philippians 4:6*7,
It´s a heavenly, mellow vibe

[Wit*ten by Kari*ty on 6/23/22]



Sweet Angie

Sweet dear Angie, who is like Jesus faithful and true?
my darling biological mother who is meek and mild
Do you know Jesus is coming again in a little while?

Oh dear Angie i am still thinking of you
my prayers and thoughts reside in me too

Don't forget Christ guards you with His angel care
The Holy Spirit is with you there!

Your safe and held with Jesus rightous hand
your healed and made right and will upon His throne stand

The angels are singing because you are made free
You have loved Jesus and will stand for eternity!

Psalm 119*105 The word is a light to my path and a lamp to my feet

2 Timothy 1*7 I have not got a spirit of fear but of power, love and sound mind

Zechariah 9*12 Return you exciles that now have hope return to your place of safety i tell you now i will repay you twice over for all you have suffered.




Our deliverer


i found this mericously a dog singing and playing the piano



Love you lots dear Angie and i look forward to seeing your sweet self again!

Love Jesus

& Michelle Lee Carter


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