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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363062" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mysteries In My Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was born, <br>God gave me two gifts. <br>One was the talent to write <br>which I do prolifically <br>not for profit or gain, <br>but just to entertain <br>and make people think <br>and smile occasionally.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The other gift God gave to me <br>is far more mysterious <br>and something I cannot fully understand. <br>I see and hear things <br>I cannot readily explain. <br>Not all what I see and hear <br>can always be seen or heard by others.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are exceptions <br>when I witness them not alone <br>and then they are as mystified as I am. <br>A house that burns to the ground, <br>never rebuilt, but a year later <br>it burns to the ground again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ball of light falls from a night sky <br>into someone’s back garden <br>only to fly back up to the heavens and disappear. <br>Ladies footsteps in an empty tailor shop <br>descending down from the top floor<br> when no one is there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something or someone once sat on my bed, <br>but could never be seen only felt. <br>A light in a church that hid people <br>that could only be visible <br>through a camera’s lens and on film.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A giant butterfly of beautiful colours <br>seen in the middle of December, <br>a black cat in a warehouse that disappears. <br>Each following the death of someone dear. <br>A female student who disappears <br>witnessed by a friend and I <br>and who was seen many times. <br>What does it mean? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today a dark stranger leaves a room, <br>turns then disappears. <br>The rising and falling of a pavement <br>that resembled the earth breathing <br>as I waited for my wife. <br>Strange as it seems <br>they are always happening to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are many more experiences, <br>which I have not written down. <br>Hallucinations, an over active imagination, maybe. <br>They are not caused by drink or drugs, <br>as I partake of neither. <br>Only God knows the answer <br>and maybe one day he may tell me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">10 February 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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God gave me two gifts. 
One was the talent to write 
which I do prolifically 
not for profit or gain, 
but just to entertain 
and make people think 
and smile occasionally.

The other gift God gave to me 
is far more mysterious 
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