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In the 1970's, Sara Sarto wrote her first book of poetry. Her son, Stephen Ray, had picked up her writings where she unwillingly stopped. Sara did not terminate these writings on her own account. The horrific cancer invaded her, then made home in her liver. Like a termite feasting on the fine finished trim on your house. The cancer ate at her body; however, her soul it could not touch. After fifteen years of grieving, Stephen could not even read her artistic poetry.
The Holy Spirit, Sara's choice amongst, The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit; lifted Sara's soul to a place where the streets were paved of gold. There was a bridge covered with universal flowers, songs of joy, and vivid colors that she had never seen. This place was the portal to where Sara saw for the first time in many, many years; her husband, "Jack", her sister, "Mary" and her parents, "Joseph and Margaret". While back on Earth, her son, Stephen could only vision a dark grey tunnel. There were no music or flowers, furthermore, when Stephen would pick up Sara's writings, he could not even turn the pages, only to lay them down, while he wept. Then suddenly, out of that dark tunnel-vision, he was able to discover the beauty with-in Sara's writings.
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How Blue the Sky I never knew the sky could be so blue, and the clouds so white, Nor the grass so green, and the mountains so high and wide. I never knew how quickly days could go, Until I knew my life could end. There is another life waiting for me, Somewhere around the bend. I am trying to detach myself from earthly things, But then I entreat, Lord, please, grant me more time, To spend with my children and grandchildren not yet born, My genes will be their genes, My dreams will be their dreams. God, grant my children the wisdom to create ideas, To help improve this troubled world. May I see my son one more time? And watch the sunsets slowly climb,then plunge into darkness. And the stars come out so twinkly bright, oh, the peace I feel at night. And when I cease to be of this earth, Butterflies will flit around and caress each of my children while they weep, I am not really gone you just can't see me, and I will wait for you, The sky has never been so blue. Copyright Stephen Sarto/Sara Sarto 10/25/2005
The Intruder Relaxing by myself after a busy day, I let my thoughts just drift away. But the intruder always arrives Just as I close my eyes. Why can't you stay away? Leave me alone. For you I toiled and bled to the bone. I need space and breath to grow. I can not help you though you show, How desperately you need me-- You are an intruder, do you not see? You impose in my dreams. I knew whay you were with your schemes, Because from you there would stream Ideas so farce, so unworthy of you You are now an intruder, so shoo; I want to relax and reflect on years gone by, Of you I can only remember neglect I only want to sit here and admire the beautiful sky. copyright Sara Sarto 1975
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