Poems & Selections

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

When I am called to duty, God whenever
flames may rage, give me the strength to save some life, whatever be its age.
Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late, or some older person from the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout, and quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling and give the best in me, to guard my neighbor and protect his property.
And if according to my fate I am to lose my life, please bless with your protecting hand my children and my wife.

And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be any more. The former things have passed away.
by Jodi Picoult This is what I like about photographs, they’re proof that once, even just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
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